My toes are cold. It's winter and I am at one of my friends birthday parties. I watch as Mary jumps off the trampoline and walks over to me. She looks concerned. "what are you thinking about Anna?" she asks. I just shrug and pick up my book. Like the antisocial weirdo I am. I'm reading a book called "the mysterious incident of the dog in the night time", it's one of my favourites. Mary still looks concerned but gives up because she knows she can't do anything when I'm like this. I get like this when I am overthinking. Which happens more often than not.
The first thing you should know about me is that I care too much. Some people may think that that is a good thing. Maybe for some people, but not me. I always end up hurting people when I try to help. I am pathetic.
Sarah's mum calls us in for lunch. We are having fish fingers and custard. If you haven't already guessed, we are all big doctor who fans. I have all of matt smith and David Tenant episodes. I'm not particularly fond of the other doctors. Tom baker was the best though. I can't find many of his episodes.
We all sing happy birthday to Sarah and eat the cake. Coconut. Disgusting. I eat as much as I can (not much) and explain that I am full. Mary keeps looking at me with sympathetic looks. She knows I don't eat when I'm depressed.
