Angry Songs for Angry Girls

It was probably around month two (May) of quarantine when I realized I was pissed at the world. I mean, I was stuck at home, almost done with school, without prospects of a summer job, and I hadn’t even been able to club on my eighteenth birthday. My internal frustration led to a cycle of egocentric bitterness; I was beginning to believe COVID was out there to specifically ruin my life.

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