QOTD: ‘If you were a cookie, you’d either be an inedible web browser one or oatmeal raisin specifically disguised with malicious intent as chocolate chip.’ -Wendy

            Yeri stared at the flashcards in her hands, trying for the umpteenth time to memorize what the word ‘portentous’ meant. With her packed schedule and need for beauty sleep, she was sacrificing one too many brain cells, and it was starting to show, even to her. She had dark circles—dark circles—and covering them up in the morning meant waking up earlier. Unacceptable.

            “You look like...”

            Yeri peered at Saeron.

            “...like you’re very tired,” Saeron finished, a forced smile overtaking her lips. “Maybe we should skip out on going to get those pretzels?”

            Yeri threw up her hands, nearly knocking over her pencil case. “But my followers—”

            “Your followers aren’t your masters, .”

            “But I need the numbers so—”

            “You can become even more dependent on instant gratification?” Saeron gave Yeri a pointed look. “They’re not feeding you, clothing you, or housing you.”

            Yeri huffed at her friend’s (correct) logic. “I just…” She ruffled her hair, an act she would never have even dreamed of doing lest she look like the living embodiment of a bird’s nest. “I don’t know why this is so hard!”

            “You chose to do it.”