That night I stared at the screen, my fingers hovering above the keyboard, too afraid to press the Buy button.
PUMP—just the name sounded like it was mocking your tokens. It was only $0.004678. In the chat, some people shouted that this was the next wave of meme coin king. Others said it was pure air—the kind that goes to zero in five minutes. I hesitated for a full forty minutes, watching it slowly crawl from 0.0047 to 0.0049.
Forget it. It was only about 200 U. If I lost, I’d just treat it as tuition.
I clicked to buy with full position—got 126,000 PUMP. Then I turned off my phone and forced myself to sleep.
The next morning at 7 a.m., I was jolted awake by WeChat notifications.
When I opened it, the group had exploded. PUMP had surged overnight to 0.0055, and my unrealized profit was nearly 17%. My heart raced, but I didn’t sell. The big V in the group who was calling trades said the target price was 0.01. I believed him.
Over the next three days, I went through the longest torture of my life. PUMP dropped to 0.0048 and I almost cut my losses. Then it climbed back to 0.0058, and I regretted not adding more. It tortured my nerves like a roller coaster—I couldn’t care about my salary, my rent, or my girlfriend’s messages.
On the fourth night, PUMP suddenly began a violent rally. 0.0060—breaking the previous high. My phone kept spitting out push notifications, and a swarm of new greenhorns poured into the chat. People started posting profit screenshots in the group—100k U, 500k U. I looked at my own unrealized profit of around 700 U and suddenly found it a bit ridiculous.
But I didn’t leave.
Because I was waiting for 0.01.
On the fifth day, PUMP shot up to a peak of 0.006010, then started to fall back. I told myself it was just a pullback and it would shoot back up soon. 0.0058, 0.0055, 0.0052. The voice in the group changed—from bragging wildly to comforting each other, and then to pointing fingers at each other.
On the seventh day, PUMP returned to around 0.0050. My profits were nearly gone.
In the end, I sold all my holdings at 0.0049. 126,000 PUMP. My buy-in cost was 200 U, and I sold for 220 U.
I made 20 bucks.
But I lost seven days of sleep, three days of work efficiency, and the line my girlfriend said to me: “Have you been acting like you’re possessed lately?”
Later, PUMP rose again to 0.005955. I looked at the K-line chart, calm as if I were watching someone else’s story.
In the crypto world, the most expensive thing isn’t money—it’s the money you think you can actually make.
#PUMP #meme币 #Contract liquidation
PUMP—just the name sounded like it was mocking your tokens. It was only $0.004678. In the chat, some people shouted that this was the next wave of meme coin king. Others said it was pure air—the kind that goes to zero in five minutes. I hesitated for a full forty minutes, watching it slowly crawl from 0.0047 to 0.0049.
Forget it. It was only about 200 U. If I lost, I’d just treat it as tuition.
I clicked to buy with full position—got 126,000 PUMP. Then I turned off my phone and forced myself to sleep.
The next morning at 7 a.m., I was jolted awake by WeChat notifications.
When I opened it, the group had exploded. PUMP had surged overnight to 0.0055, and my unrealized profit was nearly 17%. My heart raced, but I didn’t sell. The big V in the group who was calling trades said the target price was 0.01. I believed him.
Over the next three days, I went through the longest torture of my life. PUMP dropped to 0.0048 and I almost cut my losses. Then it climbed back to 0.0058, and I regretted not adding more. It tortured my nerves like a roller coaster—I couldn’t care about my salary, my rent, or my girlfriend’s messages.
On the fourth night, PUMP suddenly began a violent rally. 0.0060—breaking the previous high. My phone kept spitting out push notifications, and a swarm of new greenhorns poured into the chat. People started posting profit screenshots in the group—100k U, 500k U. I looked at my own unrealized profit of around 700 U and suddenly found it a bit ridiculous.
But I didn’t leave.
Because I was waiting for 0.01.
On the fifth day, PUMP shot up to a peak of 0.006010, then started to fall back. I told myself it was just a pullback and it would shoot back up soon. 0.0058, 0.0055, 0.0052. The voice in the group changed—from bragging wildly to comforting each other, and then to pointing fingers at each other.
On the seventh day, PUMP returned to around 0.0050. My profits were nearly gone.
In the end, I sold all my holdings at 0.0049. 126,000 PUMP. My buy-in cost was 200 U, and I sold for 220 U.
I made 20 bucks.
But I lost seven days of sleep, three days of work efficiency, and the line my girlfriend said to me: “Have you been acting like you’re possessed lately?”
Later, PUMP rose again to 0.005955. I looked at the K-line chart, calm as if I were watching someone else’s story.
In the crypto world, the most expensive thing isn’t money—it’s the money you think you can actually make.
#PUMP #meme币 #Contract liquidation