I tend to procrastinate. A lot. Instead of doing homework, revision and things that are considered useful to others my age, I sit and contemplate things. Things that I usually express via the profound art of poetry. Most of the poems I publish are not personal to me, so, particularly to the people who are reading this that know me, don't be worried. But, it's gonna get depressing. What were you expecting? Without further or due, welcome to the mind of a teenage procrastinator.