No this is all wrong.
Why can't I get up? Urgh, this is so frustrating!
No. No. No. No. No!
I want to tell my parents that I love them, I want to hug them and kiss them.
I want to tell Miss Davis that she saved my life; I want to tell her to be happy and I want her to know that I will always be there on the football pitch, just watching.
I want to tell Heidi that she helped me through all my long, sleepless chemical filled nights. I want to tell her she can talk to my grave and I will make it better.
I want to tell David that he is smart and handsome and that he will do fine in the future.
And Robert. Well, I want to tell Robert that I have and always will love him.
Now it is too late. If only I had realised this yesterday! Stupid brain, stupid tumor, why does it have to be like this? Why did I wait?