what’s the point in life?

I used to be a bubbly, joyful kid, who always had a smile on her face and who made people laugh without trying. Now, I don’t even know myself.
I used to love sleep, I felt safe sleeping and it was one of my favorite things to do. Sure, that wasn’t very healthy, but nothing could be as bad as staying up all night in the dark of my room, bawling my eyes out, and spending my time on wattpad, until it was time to get ready for school.
School… it’s hell.
Teachers talking to me after every class, asking if I’m ok, because it “wasn’t like me to sleep during class”. Girls telling me that I looked “awfully tired”.
On top of that, I had huge familial problems at home, so I didn’t feel safe there either.. like at all.
It feels like everyday is the same, over and over again. I’m so tired of it and I honestly don’t see the point in living anymore.