What doesn’t kill you makes you hate love and intimacy.

I literally cannot fathom how abhorrent it is to me to be affectionate or mentally intertwined with anyone anymore, I just want sx NSA sex, ever since I was dumped. My resentment and detachment made me this detached from reality and anything related to a closed intimate space where you’re being vulnerable. I can’t even kiss no more. Men are looking at me like I know their game. No it’s called betrayal, it doesn’t kill you. But it makes you hate its source.