'Lissa Stufflestreet
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I'm just a daydreaming college student who's been manifesting becoming a writer since I was five. I never stick to just one writing genre (and typically write dark content). | she/they
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Coping With Depression
By the time I was eleven, I started showing signs that something might not have been alright for me. Although my mom did usually catch when I was feeling not myself in these early stages, everyone else would just crack multiple jokes about how I was "just starting puberty".. so that's what I would constantly remind myself.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Psyche
Top 5 Movies That You Should Be Watching Right Now
1. Mask Mask is a 1985 biographical drama based on the life of Roy L. Dennis (Rocky Dennis). Rocky was a boy who had an extremely rare disorder, called craniodiaphyseal dysplasia, known as CDD or lionitis. This was an autosomal recessive bone disorder that causes the calcium to build up in the skull, disfiguring the facial features and reducing the life expectancy of those suffering with the disorder. The film Mask is directed by Peter Bogdanovich, and stars popular actors/actresses such as Cher, Sam Elliot, and Eric Stoltz. This film has won the Academy Award for Best Makeup, and both Cher and Eric Stoltz won Golden Globe nominations for their performances in this movie.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Geeks
The Soulmate
No matter what I've done to try and forget all about him, I can't seem to get that night out of my mind. Of course I can't. I cared about him. He was my best friend. He was the only person I was able to tell everything to.. he just had that kind of vibe about him.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Finding My Passion
Being only twenty three years old, people have always told me that I had plenty of time to figure out what I wanted to do. Usually, it's after I tell them about what I actually do.. what I'm actually passionate about. If I had a dollar for the amount of times I've been told that my own personal passions and career goals were going to be the reason I grow up to become homeless and living on the streets, I'd probably be able to afford to buy myself a nice sized house. I'm a content creator. It's the career that makes all of the older generations roll their eyes, while the younger generations all fight to get themselves up to the top along with you.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Humans
My Literal Lifesaver
I will always be right there for you, I long to be.. I will always be right there, Look over your shoulder.. you'll see me, 'Cause I've been praying.. I've been hoping.. Sitting here waiting for you.. I will always be right there, for you.. Right there.. Right there.. -Ramzi; Right There (song)
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Petlife
How I Survived The Loss of My Father
One of the hardest heartbreaks I've ever had to deal with was the loss of a parent. Ava Sol via Unsplash When my father passed, I had just turned fourteen. Our last conversation between us was a month prier when he called me for my birthday. Sometimes I can't help but wonder how his death would have made me feel if my mom never convinced him to make that call.. even now, almost nine years later.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Families
Till Death Does Us Part
The world felt darker than it was a week ago. Your side of the bed was still unmade from the last morning you got out of it. It's been a week and I still can't find myself to get back into those warm, soft covers you loved so. I still remember the last time you laid in it; you pulled my body in closer to yours, begging for me to just stay in and spend the rest of the day cuddling you.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is a story with multiple parts. You can find the previous chapter right here. We pulled into the far back of Lakemond cemetery, driving past all the old stones towards emptiness. Where she is now. Where she has been for the past eleven years. I stepped out of the car, turning my head to face my father, who stayed remaining in the drivers seat, before walking towards her stone. The cemetery always managed to freaked me out. How would it not? It's basically a large empty field filled with old rock stones sitting on top of rotting bodies that were located six feet underneath, all covered up and hidden with dirt. If it wasn't for me wanting to say one last final goodbye to my mother, I wouldn't even want to be here right now. I wouldn't even willingly want to come in here.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Dreamer - Prologue
"Hurry up, Alexis!!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs. I took a look around at what used to be my bedroom for the very last time. Now the was completely empty and filled with the sadness I'll leave behind as I moved on to a new life. People always tell you that you can never escape your past, but that won’t stop anyone from actually trying. I didn't want to leave this house. This was my childhood. I grew up here. I did everything here. I got ready for my first day of kindergarten here. I had my first "very serious" crush here. My first memory is from being in this place. My first heartbreak was conceived inside this very bedroom. I had experienced everything inside this house.. inside this town.. and now, now I had to leave it all behind. I was moving away from all the memories, good and bad, and most importantly, I was moving away from my only true best friend.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
Love at First.. Not
The night seemed so perfect. The club was packed as people began filling up the dance floor. Music blared through the speakers surrounding us from up above. Girls were grinding up against the men they had found on the dance floor as their drinks spilled across the floor. Men were standing around, picking out which girl was going to be the perfect opportunity to get some that night. The club wasn't usually my scene when it came to going out. I'm the type who would much rather sit at home curled up with a good book, but my best friend begged for me to come out with her. She tried to lend me a nice black dress to help "shape my body" as she put it, but I preferred my t-shirt and jeans.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet4 years ago in Fiction
