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I'm sitting here, and doing my normal computer thing, listening to music, AIM, amongst the many sites I look at, and while I was doing this, the song "Still Fighting It" by Ben Folds Five comes on. I've thought about it, and he's absolutly correct. I am still fighting it. What exactly I'm fighting; I'm not certain. Honestly, I'm not sure if I want to know what I'm fighting. Seriously, would you rather fight a dragon, and think it's a kitten, or know you're fighting a fucking dragon. For a long time, I've felt like I'm pushing through something. Fighting against something. I suppose, that's the appeal to real fighting.