I’m really fed up—here we go again with that familiar taste. $USTC In this circle, even until today, there are still people who hold it up, begging for a way to get their money back and praying for a magic cure. Every day they ask how to climb back to the way things were. First, ask yourself honestly: back then, when that kind of crash happened, how many people were buried in the ground? And even now, the bones of those lying in there haven’t all been dug back up. What the dog-backed operators have counted on is exactly your unwillingness to accept it. Every few days they release a rumor to get you to take another round at the chips in your hands. Even in my account there are trash I can’t even be bothered to click—at the end of the day, who’s actually winning? It’s not me. Don’t ask “friends.” Ask whether your wallet is willing. Just watch it jump up and down—when it’s finally run its course, those who are dead inside still pretend it’s “up a bit,” and then someone goes off to announce it with a gong. It’s over—there’s nothing any so-called expert can save you with. Anyone who truly believes this stuff would’ve already blown up clean. $USTC