I'm miserable, I miss cuddles and kisses. The fear of rejection and my heart being broken again has put me off and though I miss the closeness I don't miss the end part where I end up feeling unlovable. I do believe I've never been loved off a man so I just stopped trying to find it. I'm unsure if there is anyone in the same boat as me who can relate to what I mean? I don't think I could suffer another setback of heartbreak and tears. I was getting desperate for love I ended up doing some stupid things to please men and I hate myself for it now. is there anything wrong with me that chooses loneliness over finding true love? I've gone 36 years of nobody loving me what's another 36 years?