Heartbroken

I've been really busy lately, and that's why I realized what I want. It's not important what she did, what matters is what she's going to do, what she's doing now. Why would it matter what's in the past, that can't be changed, but what's in the future can be prepared. But, even if it's like that, the future is fashioned by our past, but, also, like a mighty Mongolian Warlord once said: 'The past is not a prediction of the future.'

But that doesn't mean forgive and forget, because it's not so easy to forget the pain a broken heart takes. A shattered heart will take months, maybe years to repair, and yet, the person who broke the heart moves on, not looking back unless they want to be friends. But, is being friends the right option? It inflicts pain on us, the brokenhearted, and it won't really matter to them.

Let me tell you what I think: It's worth it. Forgiving and forgetting, remain as friends, even if it hurts, it's worth more than you could imagine. See, if you forgive and forget, and also remain as friends, you'll see what you had, that wasn't what you really needed, and you'll be able to find someone better. I know you might find this blog post quite weird, but I'm feeling a bit weird today, so I might not make as much sense as before.

My Regards,

Ell J. Converse

My Experience With Bullying Pt. 1

Life has been incredibly weird to me for a while, but this time, I come with a message about Bullying, about which I made a group on Facebook. When I was a kid, don't remember exactly at what age, I was in my science class taking a test when it happened. See, I have a scar on my right hand which I recieved when I was a smaller (It's also the reason I'm left handed.) Thing is, the teacher, not really remembering his name at present, approached me and saw that I had my hand curled and apparently thought I was cheating, which I wasn't, I just had a bit of a dislike for the scar. Point is, he told me to show him my hand, I said no, so he grabbed my wrist and tried to force my hand open. I wrestled back, trying to get of his painful grip, but even then, he didn't stop, instead grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back, in an attempt to weaken my closed right arm. Even then, I didn't give up and stood, making him trip over the desk, which seemed to startle him into a pause, and he realized what he had done. My family and I didn't press charges and, to be honest, I'm glad we didn't. Why become a bully to fight bullies? It just creates more bullies and then the circle starts all over again. I'm a fighter, yes, I admit it, but I'm not a punnisher or a judge to make people pay for their problems. I'll put a stop to bullying, not beat the bully for what he did because, in the end, aren't bullies just another kind of bullied? I'll let you think this through as I bid you farewell for now. Until next blog.


My Regards,

Ell J. Converse

Dragon Mercenaries

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See that link up above? It's a link to my second blog, which is called Dragon Mercenaries. It's about a... Well, just go over there and read it. I know it won't be extremely good or epic or anything, because my good and epic and cool story isn't for free (Unless you're one of my Best 5 Friends), so here's the story's description:


"In an over-crowded world, Guilds stand all over the world, from the noble Paladin Guilds all the way to the lowly Bandit Guilds, the world is ruled by the Guilds they built. One of them is a very well-known Mercenary Guild called Dragon, a Guild our young apprentice Magician, Martha, wants to join. And this is her story and quest to join and become a full-fledged Dragon."


Hope you enjoy it and share it!




My Regards,


Ell J. Converse

A Letter to a Friend

Surprisingly, you're part of the reason why I wasn't mad
When the girl I used to love betrayed and broke my heart.

Somehow, I suspected it would happen from the start,
but I wasn't mad because you were next to me from scratch.

Believe me or not, as you won't, I think of you for a long time,
Day and night and even when I dream you're by my side,
Smiling, laughing and talking to me as if we were one.

Take this as you please, but this is no love letter,
or, in a different perspective, maybe it is a bit better,
for it's a letter from a friend to his lovely mate, which, in truth
couldn't be any better than you.


By: Ell J. Converse