Spite

Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, well, shame on the both of us, I guess. But come back for a third round, and I'll break your heart without flinching and snort speed off the shards of your ego. I'm stronger than I was when you found me, and grudgefucks are my favorite.

Bring. It.

I hate that I'm doing this primarily out of spite now. Even if it's a positive action, spite's an awful motivation for anything.