my name is sarah. i spend all of my time searching for buried treasure. i like anything or anyone that makes me feel small. i am pursuing higher education so that in case no one wants to pay me for singing or acting like an 8-year old boy i can still afford granola bars and coffee. i pick lint and stray hairs off of everyone, more often strangers than friends. sometimes i think i am an old woman because i have trouble breathing and enjoy the little things like good weather and comfortable shoes.
i ask a lot of questions, but i will never see war as the answer.
