I get questions from adults in my life, always asking: "Do you think a husband will want someone who wants that many piercings?" or "You don't know how to cook? How will you survive as an adult?"
A lot of questions along those lines.
But here's the thing. You don't know how I feel on the inside. Even though I go to therapy, and I say it helps, it doesn't. It doesn't drive away the voices telling me I'm nothing. It doesn't prevent me from feeling like I'm worthless.
So in answer to your questions: I don't plan to live that long.