enganchadx al drama

There are times when everything seems normal - the coffee is good, the sky is blue, even the cat isn't acting up. But inside, there's still a nagging "but." It's as if life forgot to issue instructions, and you have to relearn every day not to be dramatic. Although, honestly, it's not going well. Because the habit of clinging to the past is like an old sweater: it's itchy, but you hate to throw it away. And here we go again with this swinging mode: sometimes an inspired philosopher, sometimes a self-pitying whiner tired of himself. Somewhere between these roles, stability is hiding, but it's clearly not in the mood. It seems I don't want happiness as much as peace. Although who are we kidding? It's boring without drama.