There is nothing wrong with you per say. There is something wrong with the fact that you think something is wrong with you.
We tend to spend our entire lives actualizing some idealized future version of ourselves.
If this future perception is altered for some reason ( such as verbal/emotional./physical abuse as a child from parents or peers) than the relationships and experiences that you seek or happen to find will be those that validate and actualized this “future self”.
Or… you could just be a person that finds pleasure in pain (nothing wring with that I say because if you find pleasure in it you rob it of it’s definition and make it your own)
The catch here is that finding an emotionally mature partner, who can safely walk the boundaries between playful sadist activities and immature cruelty, to stimulate your masochist inclinations….
I’d talk to a therapist or the like to get the bottom of your deficit focused sense of self, and talk yourself via introspective deductions and logical rationalizations to the point where you are asking ” what’s wrong with the vast number of d-bags who don’t know how to treat another person properly?” or perhaps you are to busy teaching people how to treat each other that you don’t even Fluther anymore (sad and ironic)
After therapy you can mourn the decline of society and your fellow man via other forms of escapism that you control- such as three too many glasses of good wine, or maybe a trip to Cali to smoke some medical grade weed to help you “see better”... ( not that I know from firsthand experience or anything- but I’ve read tweets about such things)
Viva Bohemia!