Is there a point?

If so, I’d like to know what it is. Life doesn’t seem worth it anymore. I came here out of desperation. I have nobody to share my feelings with. I am alone. I’m afraid to be close to people because they always hurt me in the end. Or maybe I’m alone because people generally do not want to be around me. “Freak,” they’ll call me, telling me how I am not worth their time. “Tell me, why haven’t you had a boyfriend? Are you lesbian?” They’ll ask me. Outraged, I deny, but they don’t believe me. It isn’t my fault nobody wants me. It isn’t my fault that everybody I meet is repulsed by me. Hell, even I’M repulsed by me. I can’t even look into a mirror without feeling mortified. People see me like this every day? I ask myself. “How did I get such a crap daughter?” My mother will slur in her drunken state. She’ll ridicule and taunt me for every fault. “Why couldn’t you just be NORMAL?” They’ll ask. Why can’t I be normal? I would like to know myself. My mother started drinking her sorrows away after the three losses we both went through. My grandmother, my uncle, and my father, all to cancer, all in span of only 5 years. But what I’d like my mother to see is that I too went through it, but I managed to stay afloat. Why couldn’t she? She is the adult. Doesn’t she care about her daughter? Doesn’t she see that she’s about to lose me too?  I have no motivation to keep going. I see no reason to keep trying and failing. How easy it would be to just end it all. End all the hurt and misery life gives me.