I have no reason to believe I will, but deep down, I'm terrified I'll end up like my aunt. She's 45, lives with my grandparents, has no job, and has never been in a relationship or, to my knowledge, had any meaningful friendships. The rational part of my mind then remembers that she's constantly pushing people away, has the emotional maturity of a twelve year-old, and has the most closed mind of all the people I know. It still doesn't help.