She holds the hand that holds her down

I know I’ve been such a bad daughter. My mother is not perfect, my father neither. My mother can’t accept other ideas, and my father is too irresponsible. But, with all the bad things they do, I have no right to do this. Drugs, promiscuity, this is just wrong! My parents have done a lot of good things for me in my whole life, they’re really good persons (most of the time) and this is the worst way to pay them back. I’m so stupid. I hate myself so much.