I wanna cry

I'm 16 and my dad is 55. That's it. I wanna grow up so much faster. I wanna get a good paying job fast already and repay him for all he's done for me.

It makes me wanna cry. No, it does make me cry everytime I remember that realistically, by the time I have a good job and can finally spoil him like he's spoiled me for so many years, he'll be so old and he won't be there any longer.

I wanna speed up the process of college and getting a job and getting my dad the life he deserves, living happy, relaxed and healthy.

It makes me wanna sob into my pillow everytime he comes home and I see that all his hair is grey or white crappily dyed brown.

I wanna scream at him to stop drinking beer, to relax himself and to eat all his vegetables because I'll be damned if that man doesn't live to a hundred.