The runaway

I'm 23 and I hate life. I've failed uni well I passed but failed in my family's eyes so same thing anyway im a detective but whatever .My family hate me. So what's the point in living anymore.
Well there is no point yet I still wake up every morning and do the same thing over and over again. Drink,eat,sleep. Although,when I say drink I mean drink a fuck load of alcohol till I no longer feel anything. So I just this is where my journey, or some say and amazing adventure starts. The adventure that lead me to runaway and that lead for my life to be worth living.

Bruh that sounds cringe but whatever .