nothing good can last

a few weeks and nothing good can last. i truly did feel like i was doing such a good job. i miss him more than ever, i am losing people fast, i am sick, i am falling behind on schoolwork which has never happened to me in my life. maybe the mark on my forehead, the cystic acne breakout between my eyebrows that bleeds and bleeds and bleeds is telling me that it wants to invite a bullet in. nothing good has ever lasted.