I feel ill, but the medicine will cure me. why do we have to suffer all thiss illnesses? i’ve done well all the time!!! why i have to pay so much for the stupid medication? i don’t want to be ill anymore!!! but i am… again
A couple of days ago the sickness hit me. I don’t know why, I took every precaution possible, I guess it wasn’t enough. I love you Casey, see you on the other side. Don’t pity me, pity yourself.
ill use, i am ill, she was ill, we are ill, I hate this feeling you get when you think about those that you have lost, due to an illness, the best friend, the mom, an aunt, an uncle, it hurts, we hurt so much, and honestly nobody really cares, we all move on it just depends on how you cope.
She never let on, you never would have known she was sick… she always progressed the day with a smile, always laughed. Maybe she was just good at hiding things… or her love for others sheltered them from the knowledge of her terminal illness. She is strength, she rises still with that smile, that laughter.
She was ill at the thought of yet another bowl of potato salad, but that is what another potluck guest had brought. It was her own fault for insisting that a potluck be truly potluck — whatever anyone wanted to bring would be fine. No assignments, like so many people do and still call it potluck when it isn’t at all. So it was her luck to have seven potato salads at her party. Pot luck? Or pot yuck?
I’ll fly in to a world far away. A world I can’t even begin to imagine because nothing like it has ever existed before and nothing after it shall exist to be like it. I’ll fall asleep and wake in my dream to find myself floating about the houses and streets and mountains and trees, and all I have ever known to trade it for a world I have never known. Higher I fly, higher and higher until all familiar slips away in mind in sight in every sense. And I will look forward to see a new world a beautiful world. Similar to ours, to mine, but not the same. Beautiful because it is new and strange and I shall not change because of it’s beauty. I shall still be a human, simple in desires drawn to it like a moth, drawn to it because it is worth exploring, I’ll see that from the bright light it emits in the dark sky, the new colors that won’t have names because they are vivid shades that haven’t existed, or have existed and gone unoticed by those who desire to go to far away places to look for the beautiful and strange and new, but never look long enough in their own comfort, their own house, backyrad, neighborhood, pictures in catalogues, on the internet, in the eyes of others exactly like them to notice the beauty and the strange and the new they so desperately crave to find in their own place in the universe. And it is then that I’ll turn around, fly back to my home, my place, my people in my universe, and still dreaming escape to my room, my place, my comfort, with the intent of exploring it in the morning, and the next morning, and the morning after that and many mornings to come. I’ll wake up with a feeling or excited exploration but it fades all to fast as dreams often do, I’ll grasp and grasp but it slips to no avail. I shall forget and start my day with no new appreciation and the day after that and the day after that. I am only human, I am only blind.
an illness, a sickness of the mind. or is it a disease? no, to be ill is to be mad. but what is mad? madness is when the reality in which you live is different from that of others. but that makes it no less beautiful, in fact, each and every reality that we have is beautiful. for who would chose an ugly world? perhaps a pessimist, in his darkest of moments. but he, as sure as the rest of us, shall see the light in the end.
When you are sick, this is how you feel. When you feel this way, it could take you out of a lot of things you wanted to do for a little while. You sit on the couch and watch tv all day because you think you’ll feel better.
She couldn’t take this. She put her mask on everyday and forced herself to smile. To show that she was alright, but she really wasn’t. The kemo was slowly killing her. Forget the cancer… the kemo was going to do it to her. She would rather die happy then ill from all of the medication to treat something she knew was incurable. She knew the doctors had only given her a 20% chance of surviving this. She was taking the mask off. She was going to make herself happy for once
I always thought it was kind of hokey when people started saying “ill” as a replacement for “sick,” which was a replacement for “good.” It’s as if they are trying to prove how creative they are by just taking what others have created and slightly modifying it, as if that makes them cooler or more important.
The ill old falcon coughed once, his entire body propelling forward like a wave rippling through the sea. Several, small molting feathers fell off of his wings, some floating down to the bed of the nest but others, blown by the wind or by chance, drifted down to the Earth’s floor. The fall air was cool.
you make me ill, physically, when I talk to you. You call me drunk and it makes me want to vomit…. I think of the life we could have had if only if only, and I am ill.
Ill also means mad. Im mad too. Fucking pissed that you werent who I thought you were.
sometimes i feel ill. other times i don’t but i say i do. i like staying home sick. all the 80’s sitcoms are on tv and you can eat with ever you want under the guise of feeling shitty. it’s pretty great. everyone is nice to you when you’re sick.
i feel sick everytime you leave me. i don’t know what to do without you. you are my everything. my world. my love. my man, forever. you make me laugh when i wanna cry, you make me love when i wanna hate. you are the strongest man alive. not physically, but mentally and emotionally.. i love you
My grandma is very old, she suffers from ill health, she is leaving in a colective house, i really dont know the name of the building. There are many old peoples. Anyway, i hate to see her that way, she is suffering.
PS: The time bar drove me nuts.
I think I read somewhere that people write the word “I” more than any other word in the english language.
I think that’s strange but actually very understandable. We like to talk about ourselves. Even when we discuss others, we inherently discuss our own problems, happiness, lives.
Here’s a poem. (my 60 seconds are up, but I’LL just take my sweet old time)
I’ll be yours.
I’ll be sweet, and soft and silent.
I’ll be here.
I’ll be remembered and soon forgotten.
But I’ll be yours.
I’ll be yours.
yours.
yours.
“I’m just so..so..” she hesitated. She was going to say in love, but was it love? Really? All this stomach ache, all this crying when she didn’t see him, it seemed more like an illness. Like a desperate need for a cure, him being the cure.
“Yes?” he asked with his sparkly eyes, that dazzled her.
The rain dropped off the window and on to her shirt. Damn, she thought, of all the days to go home ill and forget your keys, it had to be in monsoon season. She tried to remember which rock hid the spare key, but gave up after her perfect manicure was ruined from the fresh mud. She sat, half in the rain and half out, somewhat protectefd by the roof, and swore at the sky.
Like anybody was listening.
this is awesome. to be “ill” is to be amazing. to know what’s up. to be real.
“ill” is also to be “sick” being unhealthy or also fucking radical.
“ill” is a good thing– be ill. Do work.
in order to know what’s good– be “ill”.
do it.
do work son.
i sometimes feel ill. i feel like a surging nausea pushes against my thought process, telling me that i don’t understand, that i will never get it, that i will never fully feel and feel fulfilled. how will i ever be able to live completely while i’m busy thinking about living completely?
My sister is ill. Why is she ill? How can she be ill? She’s always so healthy. Something’s wrong. Obviously. I mean duuh. No, I meant something is wrong emotionally. The only way she could have succumbed was if something has messed her up emotionally. I wonder what?
to say you are ill is to describe a feeling or sickness. ill is also a judgmental description of negative character or breeding. if you have ill will you are a vengeful or malicious person. i don’t really know what to say about the word ill. ill is also an improperly abbreviated way to say I will. As in, I will do anything.
The room seemed to roll as the scene finally seemed to collide into her brain. They were all dead, she had killed them. She had practiced with guns before but never actually kllled anyone. Now five people laid dead before her, the blood seeping out in large pools around their body. For a moment she thought she would be ill, an acrid feeling eating away at the back of her throat. Then the pride set in. She had done it, she had needed no one elses help. She had been kidnapped twelve months ago and no one had found her. Now she knew she needed no one…and there were several others who owed a debt to her.
that’s how I feel about my life that is what my son is that is how I feel about the future that is how my stomach feels every day when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep that is where I live
There is one thing that gives me more sorrow than any other. The absence of change due to remorse in a heart that has been forgiven. What I cannot change, I accept, I will not let the ill, spread to my heart. Because I know “There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
ill is the best word ever. its the shit. i use ill about a million times a day. i thinkmy fav way is to say “illness” lol. like when someone is like” dude lets chill i got some bud and beers” im like “illness”!
Being sick. The shittiest feeling in the world. I would rather chop my left arm off than be ill. I’ve never been to the hospital. I really like Dayquil. It’s probably an addiction. Illness can be more than just physical. It can be emotional or mental. Like depression or anxiety.
makes me think about feeling sick. i feel sick right now. Seeing their interactions makes me sick. I wanna barf. I thought I could handle it, but I don’t think I can. i’m truly ill to my stomach.
I feel like sometimes I am ill. Ill in my mind and there is no cure. Sometimes I cannot be happy for myself or anyone else. I look at all the negative things and get sad. It’s a sickness that I need to get rid of, fast. Now, before my future starts.
I’m sick of being ill. just ill all the time with the state of the country and the state of the world. WHy do people have to be sick? what is the purpose of an immune system? WHy do you have to be sick when you have a virus? what is the purpose of viruses. is it to protect us from foreign matters from space when aliens come down and bioterrorize us?
sick. it is negatively bad. and deathly. sad. it’s never good. it makes you cry. hospital. doctor. medicine. scary. unknown. being ill is never fun.
I feel ill, but the medicine will cure me. why do we have to suffer all thiss illnesses? i’ve done well all the time!!! why i have to pay so much for the stupid medication? i don’t want to be ill anymore!!! but i am… again
Your illl at ease with the truth, when you life is full if lies. For truth hurt
A couple of days ago the sickness hit me. I don’t know why, I took every precaution possible, I guess it wasn’t enough. I love you Casey, see you on the other side. Don’t pity me, pity yourself.
ill use, i am ill, she was ill, we are ill, I hate this feeling you get when you think about those that you have lost, due to an illness, the best friend, the mom, an aunt, an uncle, it hurts, we hurt so much, and honestly nobody really cares, we all move on it just depends on how you cope.
She never let on, you never would have known she was sick… she always progressed the day with a smile, always laughed. Maybe she was just good at hiding things… or her love for others sheltered them from the knowledge of her terminal illness. She is strength, she rises still with that smile, that laughter.
She was ill at the thought of yet another bowl of potato salad, but that is what another potluck guest had brought. It was her own fault for insisting that a potluck be truly potluck — whatever anyone wanted to bring would be fine. No assignments, like so many people do and still call it potluck when it isn’t at all. So it was her luck to have seven potato salads at her party. Pot luck? Or pot yuck?
I’ll fly in to a world far away. A world I can’t even begin to imagine because nothing like it has ever existed before and nothing after it shall exist to be like it. I’ll fall asleep and wake in my dream to find myself floating about the houses and streets and mountains and trees, and all I have ever known to trade it for a world I have never known. Higher I fly, higher and higher until all familiar slips away in mind in sight in every sense. And I will look forward to see a new world a beautiful world. Similar to ours, to mine, but not the same. Beautiful because it is new and strange and I shall not change because of it’s beauty. I shall still be a human, simple in desires drawn to it like a moth, drawn to it because it is worth exploring, I’ll see that from the bright light it emits in the dark sky, the new colors that won’t have names because they are vivid shades that haven’t existed, or have existed and gone unoticed by those who desire to go to far away places to look for the beautiful and strange and new, but never look long enough in their own comfort, their own house, backyrad, neighborhood, pictures in catalogues, on the internet, in the eyes of others exactly like them to notice the beauty and the strange and the new they so desperately crave to find in their own place in the universe. And it is then that I’ll turn around, fly back to my home, my place, my people in my universe, and still dreaming escape to my room, my place, my comfort, with the intent of exploring it in the morning, and the next morning, and the morning after that and many mornings to come. I’ll wake up with a feeling or excited exploration but it fades all to fast as dreams often do, I’ll grasp and grasp but it slips to no avail. I shall forget and start my day with no new appreciation and the day after that and the day after that. I am only human, I am only blind.
an illness, a sickness of the mind. or is it a disease? no, to be ill is to be mad. but what is mad? madness is when the reality in which you live is different from that of others. but that makes it no less beautiful, in fact, each and every reality that we have is beautiful. for who would chose an ugly world? perhaps a pessimist, in his darkest of moments. but he, as sure as the rest of us, shall see the light in the end.
My grandmother was very ill and in the hospital. She lay there in a small room with floral wallpaper. The medical machines beeped often.
When you are sick, this is how you feel. When you feel this way, it could take you out of a lot of things you wanted to do for a little while. You sit on the couch and watch tv all day because you think you’ll feel better.
She was ill, the sickness had worked its deadly way past her immune system and down to her emotions; in short deppression followed the diagnosis.
She couldn’t take this. She put her mask on everyday and forced herself to smile. To show that she was alright, but she really wasn’t. The kemo was slowly killing her. Forget the cancer… the kemo was going to do it to her. She would rather die happy then ill from all of the medication to treat something she knew was incurable. She knew the doctors had only given her a 20% chance of surviving this. She was taking the mask off. She was going to make herself happy for once
I always thought it was kind of hokey when people started saying “ill” as a replacement for “sick,” which was a replacement for “good.” It’s as if they are trying to prove how creative they are by just taking what others have created and slightly modifying it, as if that makes them cooler or more important.
The ill old falcon coughed once, his entire body propelling forward like a wave rippling through the sea. Several, small molting feathers fell off of his wings, some floating down to the bed of the nest but others, blown by the wind or by chance, drifted down to the Earth’s floor. The fall air was cool.
sick strange neat awesome cool death dying old scateboarding surfing waves drew brophy. the random words that popped into my head at this word.
you make me ill, physically, when I talk to you. You call me drunk and it makes me want to vomit…. I think of the life we could have had if only if only, and I am ill.
Ill also means mad. Im mad too. Fucking pissed that you werent who I thought you were.
sometimes i feel ill. other times i don’t but i say i do. i like staying home sick. all the 80’s sitcoms are on tv and you can eat with ever you want under the guise of feeling shitty. it’s pretty great. everyone is nice to you when you’re sick.
In the most eloquent words of Lil Wayne, I present to you, “mothafucka i’m ill, not sick.”
chill
I hope you feel better. drink tea & be sure to eat garlic and lots of onions.. I’ll pray for you to feel better I love you babe.!
It makes me ill to see you together. Literally sick to my stomach.
I honestly thought I meant something to you, and looking back on it now, I realize how wrong I was.
Thanks for breaking my heart.
i feel sick everytime you leave me. i don’t know what to do without you. you are my everything. my world. my love. my man, forever. you make me laugh when i wanna cry, you make me love when i wanna hate. you are the strongest man alive. not physically, but mentally and emotionally.. i love you
My grandma is very old, she suffers from ill health, she is leaving in a colective house, i really dont know the name of the building. There are many old peoples. Anyway, i hate to see her that way, she is suffering.
PS: The time bar drove me nuts.
I think I read somewhere that people write the word “I” more than any other word in the english language.
I think that’s strange but actually very understandable. We like to talk about ourselves. Even when we discuss others, we inherently discuss our own problems, happiness, lives.
Here’s a poem. (my 60 seconds are up, but I’LL just take my sweet old time)
I’ll be yours.
I’ll be sweet, and soft and silent.
I’ll be here.
I’ll be remembered and soon forgotten.
But I’ll be yours.
I’ll be yours.
yours.
yours.
“I’m just so..so..” she hesitated. She was going to say in love, but was it love? Really? All this stomach ache, all this crying when she didn’t see him, it seemed more like an illness. Like a desperate need for a cure, him being the cure.
“Yes?” he asked with his sparkly eyes, that dazzled her.
I’m dying. This is the end. I can’t even think clearly. This room, this crisp clean box, it’s closing in on me. I tug on my restraints.
The rain dropped off the window and on to her shirt. Damn, she thought, of all the days to go home ill and forget your keys, it had to be in monsoon season. She tried to remember which rock hid the spare key, but gave up after her perfect manicure was ruined from the fresh mud. She sat, half in the rain and half out, somewhat protectefd by the roof, and swore at the sky.
Like anybody was listening.
this is awesome. to be “ill” is to be amazing. to know what’s up. to be real.
“ill” is also to be “sick” being unhealthy or also fucking radical.
“ill” is a good thing– be ill. Do work.
in order to know what’s good– be “ill”.
do it.
do work son.
i sometimes feel ill. i feel like a surging nausea pushes against my thought process, telling me that i don’t understand, that i will never get it, that i will never fully feel and feel fulfilled. how will i ever be able to live completely while i’m busy thinking about living completely?
My sister is ill. Why is she ill? How can she be ill? She’s always so healthy. Something’s wrong. Obviously. I mean duuh. No, I meant something is wrong emotionally. The only way she could have succumbed was if something has messed her up emotionally. I wonder what?
to say you are ill is to describe a feeling or sickness. ill is also a judgmental description of negative character or breeding. if you have ill will you are a vengeful or malicious person. i don’t really know what to say about the word ill. ill is also an improperly abbreviated way to say I will. As in, I will do anything.
The room seemed to roll as the scene finally seemed to collide into her brain. They were all dead, she had killed them. She had practiced with guns before but never actually kllled anyone. Now five people laid dead before her, the blood seeping out in large pools around their body. For a moment she thought she would be ill, an acrid feeling eating away at the back of her throat. Then the pride set in. She had done it, she had needed no one elses help. She had been kidnapped twelve months ago and no one had found her. Now she knew she needed no one…and there were several others who owed a debt to her.
that’s how I feel about my life that is what my son is that is how I feel about the future that is how my stomach feels every day when I wake up and every night when I go to sleep that is where I live
There is one thing that gives me more sorrow than any other. The absence of change due to remorse in a heart that has been forgiven. What I cannot change, I accept, I will not let the ill, spread to my heart. Because I know “There is no remedy for love but to love more.”
Not only did she sense ennui drift in like the tide, but her overall energy idled at half mast. She felt mildly ill most days.
ill is the best word ever. its the shit. i use ill about a million times a day. i thinkmy fav way is to say “illness” lol. like when someone is like” dude lets chill i got some bud and beers” im like “illness”!
Being sick. The shittiest feeling in the world. I would rather chop my left arm off than be ill. I’ve never been to the hospital. I really like Dayquil. It’s probably an addiction. Illness can be more than just physical. It can be emotional or mental. Like depression or anxiety.
makes me think about feeling sick. i feel sick right now. Seeing their interactions makes me sick. I wanna barf. I thought I could handle it, but I don’t think I can. i’m truly ill to my stomach.
I feel like sometimes I am ill. Ill in my mind and there is no cure. Sometimes I cannot be happy for myself or anyone else. I look at all the negative things and get sad. It’s a sickness that I need to get rid of, fast. Now, before my future starts.
I’m sick of being ill. just ill all the time with the state of the country and the state of the world. WHy do people have to be sick? what is the purpose of an immune system? WHy do you have to be sick when you have a virus? what is the purpose of viruses. is it to protect us from foreign matters from space when aliens come down and bioterrorize us?