Dear Ana

by I.I.E.

That’s the thing about sometimes, though. Sometimes couldn’t last forever––not really. It eventually had to stop being sometimes. It eventually had to fall back into never or transform into always. Was my sometimes anger slowly transforming into an always anger?

I always believed our lives were split into two parts. Your life with your first family––the one you’re born into––and your life with your second family––the family you create for yourself.