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I think it mostly works with the whole piercing thing. Neither Gaara nor Haku got electrocuted when they were hit with chidori. Then again, Gaara was a giant ball of dirt...

Anyways, what the heck happened to Kakashi's regular chakra blade?

I tell you again and again and again that Naruto is a goddamn cartoon. The ******** laws of physics are irrelevant. Your arrogance is your safety blanket. You insult me and treat me like s**t because you're not getting something you want out of life. If you were mature, sure of yourself, and truly believed I was a moron, you wouldn't be such a ******** bully. That's right. You're a mother ******** bully and you know it!

You don't even know who the hell you're arguing with. You don't care that now, you've actually harmed me. Before your s**t was just s**t. But this time, you've managed to piece me where it hurts. YOU LIKE MAKING PEOPLE CRY. You LOVE to watch people suffer. There is no convincing you. No working with you no talking to you no learning no changing no growing. There is only being BEAT into a BLOODY PULP by your FIST OF ARROGANCE AND RAGE. There is only coming home every day, praying, that that b***h might just stop PMSing today, that were can maybe TALK, be FRIENDLY, but no, all she can do is take an already bad day and make it worse. I am well aware; I probably understand more about physics than you do, but that is irrelevant. This isn't about proving how ******** smarter you are than me or vice versa. It's about an anime, discussing it. Not about how much ******** better you are than me. How much you can trap me. Scream at me. Hurt me and make me feel like s**t. It's like every morning is a goddamn hangover. I can blame a lot of it on you.

I don't CARE if you think it's just the goddamn internet. Your words hurt. Your HATE hurts. YOU HATE ME. YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, THAT YOU WILL COME HERE DAILY TO TREAT ME LIKE s**t. You HATE me so much, that you will READ my posts aloud to your family and friends and make a FOOL out of me. You HATE me so much that you will LITERALLY bring me to TEARS.

I've been going through some serious physical problems. My stress has caused several conditions. Currently I suffer from a condition called Costrochondritis. This sensation is commonly mistaken for a heart attack. This article describes the symptoms rather well. http://www.abchomeopathy.com/forum2.php/48329// Not that you care. Because you don't give a ******** that people live, breath, and suffer by the mighty swing of your unholy fist.

You hate me so much, that no matter how much I have begged and pleaded for you to stop, you refused. No matter how much I tried to get along, build bridges, reach out my cold, shaking hand to you, you slapped it away and stabbed me in the heart again. Because I am just a nobody. Because on the internet, people aren't REAL.

Oh yeah. NOW you're going to tell me I have psychological issues. I was molested for what... 6 ******** years? Yeah, I'm going to have problems. We all do. But not all of us show them like others. Hell, better here than real life. But I know sure as hell you don't have a natural tendency to have anxiety attacks. Night terrors, sleepwalking and day terrors. It's a miracle I haven't done something STUPID yet. Except ever think that I could ever be friendly with you. I don't care if you're a stranger. Hell, I don't even care if you're a fool. You treat me wrong, you claim to be smart; aren't you smart enough to know when something has become abusive? Don't tell me what you said was NICE or PRODUCTIVE in ANY way.

Either apologize, leave me the hell alone, or at least have the decency to stop digging up the past and rubbing my nose in it, attempt to "unsheathe" the loser I am. This is me. You haven't FOUND anything. You're just upsetting me. You're not getting whatever it is you want. I've never lied here. I've only said what I believed to be true. If I'm wrong, correct me, don't treat me like a pile of decomposing s**t.

I think I'm gonna puke. Not because of you; I just ate too many sloppy joes. And the stress of school ending, TWO reports due tomorrow and I didn't do a lick of EITHER one... Geez... this is BAD. Worst of all, COINCIDENTALLY I'm having a panic attack. Ever had one of those? You feel all scared and s**t for like NO reason. I hate it.

More than anything I just want to bawl and say I'm sorry. This isn't like me at all. I'm usually such a... easy-going person. I have my problems, but my mind isn't usually so... I just want to scream. I hate arguing with you. I saw your picture. I saw a NICE person. But this nice person HATES me... tears me up. I don't want that. And I hate fighting back.

Sure you do. Just because you want attention doesn't make you bad. I've always wanted to dye my hair. And one of the nicest girls I know has hair that color.

It's no longer a debate where the post is completely off topic a solely full of insults directed towards me. sweatdrop And yes, you do say idiotic things. Your logic DOES reach a point where it is TERRIBLY flawed. And even if I explain it to you, you refuse to admit it or even correct it. You just drop it.

I don't take debates very personally. It's when you treat me like s**t and call me names. I'm ugly, invisible, unnoticed. ALL I have is my GODDAMN MIND. And when people GRIND that on a rock I might as well just GO DIE now.

I actually dye my hair because I like the way it looks, not because I'm attention depraved. neutral

As I said before, the only reason I sling insults at you, is because you sling them at me.

Obviously you think my logic is flawed, but I think the same way about yours. That's why we disagree.

So... you're upset because I'm making fun of your mind?

Riiiight.

You always bite first. Trust me on that. Don't think sarcasm and rudeness don't merit as bullshit just because I cuss first.

It's not always flawed. You just get pissed off and not only confuse yourself but you leave things out and pretend what you said 5 minutes ago is no longer in effect. It's in effect until you state otherwise.

Because you treat me like s**t. You are SO convinced I'm stupid, you talk down to me SO much, that yes, I look stupid. You want me to act stupid so bad that you prod and prod and prod and prod until I, someone who has really lost it about now, says stupid s**t. And it takes me begging, crying, rolling on the floor biting my knees to get you to stop. It's a constant heated arguement until I say, "OH IM SO SORRY PLZ LIKE MEEEE." You make people BEG for mercy from you. You are the most controlling girl I've ever seen and... Look, if I wasn't a girl myself I'd be totally sexist. Let's just say I hate catfights, female bullshit... I've been fighting back mostly because I've been very sick. For about 6 months now. I've been grouchy, and especially was recently heartbroken. I know YOU don't have those kinds of problems... My very close friend... possibly boyfriend (I don't know what makes that "official") totally abandoned me for an ex who cheated on him. I've lost practically all respect for him... I want a guy who is strong in his will, smart, independent but dependent... But guys just don't work that way. And neither do girls. My ambitions are just plain unrealistic. Not to mention the fact everyone turns bitchy around me for reasons I don't know. I'm very modest, yet skillful. It ticks them off that I tend to run the show. I'd let them take it any time... It's a ******** hard job.

Sloppy what? that's not even my name! D=<

Sloppy Joes. It's like, shitloads of meat on bread. It made me sick.