The first one's title describes its own creation.

Also, sorry I guess for all the posts, but I have a bit of a backlog.

Writing Past Midnight

Lily glanced at the clock on her laptop, then back at the pitiful paragraph she’d written. 1:56am. Damn it, she’d done it again. Lily had let the days slip by, pushing off the essay, always “I can do it tomorrow,” until she couldn’t. She literally couldn’t. It was due at the start of class tomorrow. In 7 hours. Lily didn’t know what to do. She so desperately wanted to sleep. To just forget about this damn paper and the damn class and her whole damn life. But she couldn’t, she knew. She groaned, then lifted her head, which had unconsciously drooped, and tried to keep her eyes open. She began typing, hardly knowing what she was saying, but knowing it would at least get her a good grade. And at this point, anything above a zero was considered “good.” Maybe she could deal with a zero too… No. She couldn’t think that. She had to do this.

More

I want more.

More swift solving.

More rush.

More.

More intellectually-stimulating?

Let Me Leave

You talk so much,

My eyes begin drooping,

I’m not even listening,

I hope I don’t need to.

It’s almost over,

Please let me go,

I must get out,

I hate this.

Sitting here,

I wish you’d shut up.

Although it’s also easy,

To just listen to your white noise.

- Lily