one can feel ill in the mind, body, or spirit. of these three, illness of the spirit is by far the most detrimental. zest and fervor of spirit causes one to be sanguine, and all hindrances in life can be overlooked. with a dearth of spirit caused by illness, one is damaged, and life’s obstacles become exponentially worse and seemingly unbearable.
I have been ill a lot in my life. I feel like if I were to get ill again, shit would hit the fan. lol. I had mono when I was in college, and It really really sucked. Lots of sleeping during the day, and no sleep at night…
its a horrible feeling of doom. as if the entire world continues on and you watch from a tormented place inside yourself, wasting away with out any words that sufficiently describe your state of misery. Its a cruel form of exhistance.
It was very ill fitting that on this day the sun seemed to shine brighter and the grass seemed greener. It was supposed to be a day of sadness and sorrow, a day where overcast and rain was deemed much more appropriate. However, it was almost like a sign; this beautiful weather brought with it hope of a new day, of happier times.
Being ill is a bad thing. I hate being ill. A lot of ill people are very upset. People are not meant to have illnesses. It’s unfortunate that some illnesses are not treatable. It makes me want to have a cure for a lot of illnesses. Hopefully I’ll never have an illness. Being ill is never, ever, fun.
ill?
ill.
I feel… ill.
ill-prepared to accept the
illogicalities of that ill-conceived emotion.
ill-tempered – depressed, angry, irrational.
illegitimate. Never good enough.
Terribly illusioned.
Was it all real?
Or was it illusory?
In which moments did we truly know?
That we knew each other: ourselves
as illuminated by the glow
of the fire in our souls?
I feel like my entire life I have so much desire that it literally makes me sick. I lose my hair and break into hives when life doesn’t go the way I originally planned it to. It’s frustrating, to have my obsession with control physically take a toll on me. To walk around each day letting change take me piece by piece. I suppose it isn’t acceptable anymore. I’m tired of making myself sick. I’m tired of taking the blame and holding the world on my shoulders when I have a God who will hold it for me. So, maybe I should embrace the change. Maybe embracing it will heal me.
Philadelphia is the illest. Illadelphia to some, this isn’t describing a sickness. Ill as in cheese steaks. Ill as in Rocky. Ill as in that attitude of freedom that was undeniable to our forefathers.
ugh i love pretending to be sick and always do, i don’t think i’ve been legitamit sick in 5 years but oh well , its fun to skip class and just sleep all day,, then you get to just sit and think about anything you want, its a way to take back and look at life!
I feel ill today. My dog Fredrick died. Not just died of old age or something boring like that, rather he died in bizarre fashion. While crossing the street, he shot me a look of disgust and dove head first down an open man-hole.
i think of ill as in that shits cool or thats sick. somehow the terms ill and sick have been transformed into street slang meaning cool or sweet or good. weird how a word can mean so many different things. Its also crazy to see how different generations unterpuret the same word…weird world that we live in. full of self expression.
The sickness takes over our minds. If one is almost dead, it keeps them alive. If one is alive, it nearly kills them. It feeds on emotions, souls, wants, and life. It spreads through everyone. Once infected, you seek out the uninfected to spread it even farther. Nobody is safe. No one is not at risk. It bodes ill for everyone.
we the illest in the building
this shit is so real feel the bass from all surroundings
running round this bitch in the whip we get the bitches
smoking on that kush and scratching all you dirty itches
my wishlist, its listless
the illest ever on this planet its ridiculous
He leaned close to her bed clutching her dry hands in his. His older sister has been ill for months now, and the doctors said that she only had a few weeks to live. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m fine,” she said. “it won’t be so bad, you know?”
illl is one word you would never want to hear in your lifetime. Be the context be you or anyone else, it is something that gives you jitters in broad daylight. Being ill doesnt just screw your happiness, but also of those around you. You need constant care, so there goes the time of the one person next to you. Then the most popula-effect of being ill is lethargy. Once that sets in, it then takes lightyears for you to get out of it. Plus then you become crappy for a good amount of time which ruins your personal relations with almost 90% of the people you care about. Man this word is evil and hence should be ignored as much as possible.
I feel ill. I’ve spent most of the night drinking gin and tonics, trying to drown my sorrows, trying to forget that there is absolutely nothing and absolutely no one left for me in this town. But the alcohol combined with the boredom and the heat have affected me aversely.
ill is when something really bad happens. always hoping for it not to, being ill occurs often. sometimes its tolerable and sometimes it’s life-threatening. being ill is incredibly scary because there is not a sure chance of someone recovering from being ill. sometimes, being ill can be emotional or mental.
Having been ill with the flu the past few days, I stayed in my bed and watched the television. The shows never changed and I always felt more drained after I finished a show than I ever would have just going to sleep or playing games.
Is it ill to say that I don’t care for you anymore? Is it bad that I wish I never knew you, wish we never met? Is it sad to say that I can’t wait for you to leave and I can’t wait for our goodbye. I know I love you but your love has made me ill. I don’t want it anymore. I want to forget.
i have no ill intention
no will for you that is bad
i have no demonstrative words
or even feel sad
i’m not angry
nor am i upset
i’m not hopeless,
i haven’t got there yet
there’s nothing bad to say
or even a negative thought
i just meditated
so i’m better than before
he was ill. i didn’t know what he was doing. i was just a little girl, but his sick actions have forever altered my life. and the worst part is, i still love him, he was my daddy after all.
you were so sick, i never had the chance to say good bye. i was too scared of seeing you so sick that i couldn’t bare to be in the same room as you. i miss you grandpa. please come back. you are the best granpa a girl could ever had and i wish i could have hiked the tallest mountains with you.
Ill is how she spent years 18 through 75. She said she was jilted and therefore spent her life in her bedroom, except to come out and explain to people that she was jilted when when she was 18 and had to spend her life in her bedroom…
Sick. Dying. The one you love sitting there suffering. The doctor said he was ill. I said no sh^t. The one I love is dying and all I can do is sit here and watch.
My mom is sick. She’s not dying. Nothing fatal. But she’s ill, injured, incapacitated. And I get to take care of her. I love her dearly but every minute I spend getting ice packs and chicken soup is time I could be spending doing other things. I’m watching the summer slip through my fingers.
when you passed, i had nothing but anger and discontent. I was selfish; holding it against him for you parting. But now I have come to terms, and I know everything will be okay.
Every time she looked it the mirror it made her ill. Why? Why was so hard to be comfortable within her own flesh? A tear feel from her cheek as she scrounged through her medicine cabinet, finally finding her rusted razor. Dragging it carefully upon her translucent skin, she admired the warm liquid oozing from her arm .
So it means sick. I guess in other contexts it can mean something else, some kids use it to mean cool, but really it’s just too negative sounding to mean anything else but sick. It’s a boring little word, meaning I don’t have too much to say about it. Ill. If you type it like that, it looks like the Roman Numeral three. Symbolism? hopefully
ill never lie, never cheat, never ignore my true feelings.
ill do what i want, whenever i want, and make my life even more interesting
ill help those in need, cause there’s no better feeling, than helping someone in need
ill never let go of my dreams, will follow them to the end, and the whole world will look up to me
She sat on her Grandmother’s chair. The one that all the stories came from. The one that made you believe in dragons and fairies and hope. Sitting in this little wooden chair, she wondered why her Grandmother told her these stories and all these wonderful times. She looked down and remember how she would smile at her Grandmother waiting for the next story realizing that her story had just begun.
I was ill. but ready to die. I thought of last words. something to go out with. Soemthing not at all boring. Something witty. but not cliche. I came up with… “Goodbye.” simple. Sad. I hate to say now that im truly disappointed. Truly.
This whole thing made me ill. Thinking of what must come before I could be free of this prison known as high school. I got through the worst of it; now, I only had to suffer one more year. If it was anything like last year, social troubles and stressful, unnecessary drama would abound. I hated it, so I ran away, as fast as I could, only looking back to make sure no one was following. That would be too fortunate.
I fell ill. Suddenly everything felt like it was done. I was done. My world was done. But the day you got off that plane and game back to me, I got better. Now everything’s new and exciting. You are my savior. I will forever be in your debt. I love you.
My mother had been ill for as long as I can remember. My dad didn’t like it when we said “sick” or “diseased” because he said it made her condition sound worse. But she was ill. Fortunately, that was all about to change.
“ill.” meaning “sick”? or isn’t a slang term for kids now, meaning “cool”? what do i know? i’m not hip. i’m not “ill.” ;)
one can feel ill in the mind, body, or spirit. of these three, illness of the spirit is by far the most detrimental. zest and fervor of spirit causes one to be sanguine, and all hindrances in life can be overlooked. with a dearth of spirit caused by illness, one is damaged, and life’s obstacles become exponentially worse and seemingly unbearable.
I have been ill a lot in my life. I feel like if I were to get ill again, shit would hit the fan. lol. I had mono when I was in college, and It really really sucked. Lots of sleeping during the day, and no sleep at night…
its a horrible feeling of doom. as if the entire world continues on and you watch from a tormented place inside yourself, wasting away with out any words that sufficiently describe your state of misery. Its a cruel form of exhistance.
It was very ill fitting that on this day the sun seemed to shine brighter and the grass seemed greener. It was supposed to be a day of sadness and sorrow, a day where overcast and rain was deemed much more appropriate. However, it was almost like a sign; this beautiful weather brought with it hope of a new day, of happier times.
Being ill is a bad thing. I hate being ill. A lot of ill people are very upset. People are not meant to have illnesses. It’s unfortunate that some illnesses are not treatable. It makes me want to have a cure for a lot of illnesses. Hopefully I’ll never have an illness. Being ill is never, ever, fun.
ill?
ill.
I feel… ill.
ill-prepared to accept the
illogicalities of that ill-conceived emotion.
ill-tempered – depressed, angry, irrational.
illegitimate. Never good enough.
Terribly illusioned.
Was it all real?
Or was it illusory?
In which moments did we truly know?
That we knew each other: ourselves
as illuminated by the glow
of the fire in our souls?
“Ill with want”
I feel like my entire life I have so much desire that it literally makes me sick. I lose my hair and break into hives when life doesn’t go the way I originally planned it to. It’s frustrating, to have my obsession with control physically take a toll on me. To walk around each day letting change take me piece by piece. I suppose it isn’t acceptable anymore. I’m tired of making myself sick. I’m tired of taking the blame and holding the world on my shoulders when I have a God who will hold it for me. So, maybe I should embrace the change. Maybe embracing it will heal me.
Philadelphia is the illest. Illadelphia to some, this isn’t describing a sickness. Ill as in cheese steaks. Ill as in Rocky. Ill as in that attitude of freedom that was undeniable to our forefathers.
ugh i love pretending to be sick and always do, i don’t think i’ve been legitamit sick in 5 years but oh well , its fun to skip class and just sleep all day,, then you get to just sit and think about anything you want, its a way to take back and look at life!
I feel ill today. My dog Fredrick died. Not just died of old age or something boring like that, rather he died in bizarre fashion. While crossing the street, he shot me a look of disgust and dove head first down an open man-hole.
i think of ill as in that shits cool or thats sick. somehow the terms ill and sick have been transformed into street slang meaning cool or sweet or good. weird how a word can mean so many different things. Its also crazy to see how different generations unterpuret the same word…weird world that we live in. full of self expression.
The sickness takes over our minds. If one is almost dead, it keeps them alive. If one is alive, it nearly kills them. It feeds on emotions, souls, wants, and life. It spreads through everyone. Once infected, you seek out the uninfected to spread it even farther. Nobody is safe. No one is not at risk. It bodes ill for everyone.
we the illest in the building
this shit is so real feel the bass from all surroundings
running round this bitch in the whip we get the bitches
smoking on that kush and scratching all you dirty itches
my wishlist, its listless
the illest ever on this planet its ridiculous
He leaned close to her bed clutching her dry hands in his. His older sister has been ill for months now, and the doctors said that she only had a few weeks to live. He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m fine,” she said. “it won’t be so bad, you know?”
illl is one word you would never want to hear in your lifetime. Be the context be you or anyone else, it is something that gives you jitters in broad daylight. Being ill doesnt just screw your happiness, but also of those around you. You need constant care, so there goes the time of the one person next to you. Then the most popula-effect of being ill is lethargy. Once that sets in, it then takes lightyears for you to get out of it. Plus then you become crappy for a good amount of time which ruins your personal relations with almost 90% of the people you care about. Man this word is evil and hence should be ignored as much as possible.
I feel ill. I’ve spent most of the night drinking gin and tonics, trying to drown my sorrows, trying to forget that there is absolutely nothing and absolutely no one left for me in this town. But the alcohol combined with the boredom and the heat have affected me aversely.
ill is when something really bad happens. always hoping for it not to, being ill occurs often. sometimes its tolerable and sometimes it’s life-threatening. being ill is incredibly scary because there is not a sure chance of someone recovering from being ill. sometimes, being ill can be emotional or mental.
Having been ill with the flu the past few days, I stayed in my bed and watched the television. The shows never changed and I always felt more drained after I finished a show than I ever would have just going to sleep or playing games.
Is it ill to say that I don’t care for you anymore? Is it bad that I wish I never knew you, wish we never met? Is it sad to say that I can’t wait for you to leave and I can’t wait for our goodbye. I know I love you but your love has made me ill. I don’t want it anymore. I want to forget.
i have no ill intention
no will for you that is bad
i have no demonstrative words
or even feel sad
i’m not angry
nor am i upset
i’m not hopeless,
i haven’t got there yet
there’s nothing bad to say
or even a negative thought
i just meditated
so i’m better than before
© LL
he was ill. i didn’t know what he was doing. i was just a little girl, but his sick actions have forever altered my life. and the worst part is, i still love him, he was my daddy after all.
ill. The sickest. Sickening. illest, always at it’s best, sickening.
you were so sick, i never had the chance to say good bye. i was too scared of seeing you so sick that i couldn’t bare to be in the same room as you. i miss you grandpa. please come back. you are the best granpa a girl could ever had and i wish i could have hiked the tallest mountains with you.
Right now, I feel a little sick,with a little bit of pain, I just know somethings wrong today. Am I Ill? Who knows, who cares.
Ill is how she spent years 18 through 75. She said she was jilted and therefore spent her life in her bedroom, except to come out and explain to people that she was jilted when when she was 18 and had to spend her life in her bedroom…
Sick. Dying. The one you love sitting there suffering. The doctor said he was ill. I said no sh^t. The one I love is dying and all I can do is sit here and watch.
My mom is sick. She’s not dying. Nothing fatal. But she’s ill, injured, incapacitated. And I get to take care of her. I love her dearly but every minute I spend getting ice packs and chicken soup is time I could be spending doing other things. I’m watching the summer slip through my fingers.
when you passed, i had nothing but anger and discontent. I was selfish; holding it against him for you parting. But now I have come to terms, and I know everything will be okay.
ill
I wish you hadn’t died.
Every time she looked it the mirror it made her ill. Why? Why was so hard to be comfortable within her own flesh? A tear feel from her cheek as she scrounged through her medicine cabinet, finally finding her rusted razor. Dragging it carefully upon her translucent skin, she admired the warm liquid oozing from her arm .
So it means sick. I guess in other contexts it can mean something else, some kids use it to mean cool, but really it’s just too negative sounding to mean anything else but sick. It’s a boring little word, meaning I don’t have too much to say about it. Ill. If you type it like that, it looks like the Roman Numeral three. Symbolism? hopefully
ill never lie, never cheat, never ignore my true feelings.
ill do what i want, whenever i want, and make my life even more interesting
ill help those in need, cause there’s no better feeling, than helping someone in need
ill never let go of my dreams, will follow them to the end, and the whole world will look up to me
She sat on her Grandmother’s chair. The one that all the stories came from. The one that made you believe in dragons and fairies and hope. Sitting in this little wooden chair, she wondered why her Grandmother told her these stories and all these wonderful times. She looked down and remember how she would smile at her Grandmother waiting for the next story realizing that her story had just begun.
I was ill. but ready to die. I thought of last words. something to go out with. Soemthing not at all boring. Something witty. but not cliche. I came up with… “Goodbye.” simple. Sad. I hate to say now that im truly disappointed. Truly.
This whole thing made me ill. Thinking of what must come before I could be free of this prison known as high school. I got through the worst of it; now, I only had to suffer one more year. If it was anything like last year, social troubles and stressful, unnecessary drama would abound. I hated it, so I ran away, as fast as I could, only looking back to make sure no one was following. That would be too fortunate.
I fell ill. Suddenly everything felt like it was done. I was done. My world was done. But the day you got off that plane and game back to me, I got better. Now everything’s new and exciting. You are my savior. I will forever be in your debt. I love you.
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My mother had been ill for as long as I can remember. My dad didn’t like it when we said “sick” or “diseased” because he said it made her condition sound worse. But she was ill. Fortunately, that was all about to change.