The trip
I laughed thinking she was telling a joke. After all, I had been to Paris only two weeks ago. That would be overdoing trips.
"I do not need a trip, Bia. I just need to rest a little and then get my head together. It shouldn't be that hard. All I need is time and nothing else. " I defended.
Bianca rolled her eyes and placed her hand on my thigh.
"You need a break from all this. Staying in this penthouse all day will not help with anything. If anything, it will do more damage than good. You need to go and have some fun."
I shook my head to show her that I was not for that idea at all. Of course, I wanted to have fun but my problems would not let me have that in peace. It was better to wallow in my pit of worry and anxiety.
Maybe what I needed was a shrink. She would fix me and everything would be okay. The more my thoughts were swirling, the more ridiculous I felt.