the big wolf is chasing me / living hell. ( Paused)

Love was something Ina always wanted . Not the kind that you feel for your parents or sibling or friends. No , she was looking for something else. The kind that gave you butterflies, and made you smile for no reason at all . The kind that made you feel giddy and excited . This was the kind of love that she wanted . The kind that she would wish every night that would come looking for her. Instead she got the bad one , the kind that make her heart feel like it was going to burst out of her chest. The kind where her hands gets sweaty. the hellish type if she might say so herself.