If you’re expecting an apology of why I had done the infamous M.I.A waltz again, you’re definitely not getting it today. Tonight. Depending on where in the world you’re reading this from. I’ve been trying to grasp onto a piece of driftwood, in an ocean, in a thunderstorm.Usual chaos? Yes. Coping? Barely. Work, studying, adulthood duties, the occasional appearance of flu-like symptoms…I say, it really is too much for a 22-year-old to endure (read that with a British accent).