I'm going to be in my feels for a little while. I finally lost my Aunt. She was my last remaining blood relative. I'm an only child. My Aunt lost both of her children in tragic accidents. The older one in a car accident, and the other to fire.  

It's sort of hard to admit to myself, and now the world that, I don't think my mother really loved me. She was not even 13 when she had me. But my Aunt loved me enough for both of them.

I guess I wasn't quite prepared to have no blood relatives at this age. Usually this happens to people much older than me. 

(I have turned comments off, because Im not sure I'm that really ready to talk about this)