today i've done nothing right.
yesterday i did nothing right.
tomorrow, i'm sure that i will do nothing right enough for anyone.
K & T are fighting. why did i ever think they could live together? and i'm crumbling, but i bet if i stood up, plunged a fork into my butt and ran around singing Don't Worry, Be Happy, they would still not notice that anything is wrong with me and continue to want to k*ll each other.