My six year old daughter hates me. My oldest daughter died on me. My ex-husband has nothing better to do with his life than make mine even more pitiful than it already is and I'm pretty sure that, as I'm typing this, I'm burning ravioli in the kitchen. Why don't I just find a cliff and get it over with, you ask? Well... because of Justin.
Categories: In Progress Het Stories
Characters: Justin Timberlake
Unwritten 2.0: None
Writing 101: None
Wordcount: 2130 - Hits: 1402
Complete?: No - Published: Aug 06, 2007 - Last Updated: Aug 06, 2007 -