Let's just say...after 10-ish years of romanticising, fantasising and entertaining the notion of death, I have now finally turned myself into a (fictional) ghost at the summer of age 22.
Since I've finally graduated, here is a parody of Sylvia Plath's Lady Lazarus depicting my (painful) years stuDying at uni. Apologies in advance to Miss Plath for destroying her work - but she's always welcomed to haunt me in the style of Catherine Earnshaw x