Fan-fucking-tastic...

Just when I think I can't possibly cry anymore, that I drained myself last night, sobbing silently until four in the morning, I miraculously produce more tears. Brilliant.
In case you can't tell, I'm pretty upset by what happened at Dad's yesterday. I was having such a fun holiday weekend, too...everything was perfect. And today, at school, I casually told some people, but I didn't cry or anything. I did most of that last night.
Sorry, I'm reading Stephen King, and have picked up his knack for keeping the reader in suspense. Bear with me.
So, yeah, my dad picked me up from Kevin's, where I thoroughly enjoyed myself, not to mention ate a lot of gummi bears.
Oh God, it's not fair.
He picked me up, I thought everything was cool. I was going to spend a lovely Thanksgiving with my dad, who I love so very much...he may embarrass me sometimes, but I still love him. Everything was so normal, too. Looking back, I'm not surprised I didn't see it coming. I helped in the kitchen, nothing exploded, we laughed and talked through dinner. I ate more than Dad! That never happens. But I was so hungry. It was delicious.
After dinner, we went to sit to watch a movie, but first Meagan wanted to show them our England photos. That's when it all went bad. Sharon looked at my dad. "Should we tell them, now?"
"Tell us what?" I had asked. Meagan grinned.
"You're going to Wales, again?" she guessed.
"Yes," said my dad. "We're moving there. Me and Sharon. To live."
...
I'm not sure if my facial expression changed, but the feeling of a warm full belly was instantly replaced with the feeling as if someone had just force fed me a bucket full of ice. They said why, but all I heard was distant voices. My head was spinning. No...no Dad, please, you can't go...
Maybe everyone thinks I'm overreacting. I'm an adult, now, and he misses his parents, and sisters and all of my relatives. They're both moving to Wales, and I knew they eventually would, but I thought...later...but they want to be gone by Christmas! I have about two months left to spend with my dad, before IT happens. And I know IT will. Maybe I'm just being selfish. FINE I AM SELFISH! I don't like change...such big changes. Besides, that's the time when another person very near and dear to my heart will be leaving to pursuing his dreams as well. I thought the two of us had a long time, but with my dad going too, I suddenly realize how close it really is, and it makes me sad.
Augh, I'm just so angry! It isn't fair! Do you know how often I get to go to England to see my family?! ONCE EVERY 3-5 YEARS, IF NOT LONGER!!! And even then, just for a week or two. I had to fit in 3 years of time into 7 days that I had with my Nana...I don't want to not see my dad for...years...
It just...sucks.