I cry. Sometimes as a result of a really good moment of the present day, all because I have trepidations about the future and how it will transform everything. I already foresee how gloomy the future's going to be. And throughout that present moment, I am unwilling to move on from it. I will always cherish and reminisce about it, but I loathe moving on. Because I already know how things are going to turn out. Which is why I have disdain towards the future.
