I got more pimples on the back

I feel ripped off. Here I am writing, with a band-aid wrapped around my finger and my nose running, I'm sick. I can't go to school. I'm missing a day and somehow there are always gaps. What was the homework? What did you do today? No Answer. Even the days before, I always sent it to you in a structured manner. It always helped someone, even when they laughed at me for the way I wrote. I acted like I didn't notice. Always been online. I enjoy helping because I'm doing something good. But where is the back wheel? I sometimes forget something, I sometimes lose something, I can't always and won't always want to.