btc 眼医

Ants store, I’m afraid of you—

The ant-head position has already been entered. I refuse to believe this trade can still lose.
For this trash coin, I’m shorting you no matter what. No one can stop me. I don’t care whether you’re trading the left side or the right side, and I don’t care who’s taking the sell orders. I’m going short.
Go ahead and rise. If it doesn’t reach 1500, I’ll look down on you!

Written to Myself at 28
Tonight I had a little alcohol and felt compelled to reflect. I don’t know which way I’m supposed to go. I’m 28—born in 1998. Standing at a fork in life, I once thought this would be an age full of infinite possibilities. But reality slapped me in the face: my career hasn’t taken off yet. Home is something I find hard to leave, yet hard to truly fit into, and I’m still on the road searching for myself. I don’t have extraordinary abilities or a breathtaking education. I look ordinary, my family is ordinary, I have a lot of desires, but my wallet is empty. I doubt myself while still clenching my teeth and pushing forward. While yearning for a better future, I fix my eyes on money and on earning a good living—trying to make sure my family can live well. My parents are getting older; each year makes them look more worn and more world-weary. Wrinkles and gray hair have already appeared on their faces. And yet I still couldn’t—
bring them the pride they deserve. I’m truly ashamed!
Before I know it, I’m already 28. So fast… The wasted years of my life are beyond 28, but it feels like I’ve just let time slip away, with no drive or progress. For years I’ve been hustling from all directions, running east and west; I’ve stumbled and fallen, yet I’ve achieved nothing. I’m filled with heartbreak.
Looking back, I don’t just feel like crying; I can’t help wishing I could buy cassia flowers and share wine with youth—but it never turns out the way I imagined. The fate is that flowers bloom again one day, but people can’t be young again. I thought my 28 was so far away, but when I look back, it’s right in front of me!

I couldn’t hold onto a thousand and five of that madam’s dowry—if I can’t hold onto a thousand and five from SanDisk, then how could I still hold onto it?

Actually my luck in my life has always been pretty bad. Whether it’s work or everyday life, I’m a real unlucky person—a loser. Even in the crypto world—opportunity, timing, and fortune—none of them seem to exist for me. I admit that when I first entered the industry, my understanding wasn’t good enough, and it’s still not enough now.
I really envy those who come in, open positions and make money, and who seize opportunities—luck and fate are on their side. It’s precisely because of their success that they keep drawing me to keep trying, learning, and changing—studying and imitating every trading method. But when it comes to the market, no matter how you operate, if you’re wrong, you’re wrong. That’s when I learned to cut losses.
But this time I’m not going to! I’ll hold it to the very end no matter what! My fate is in my hands, not in the hands of Heaven!
As for this position—if I can’t get it into profit, I’ll delete the post, heh heh.

Zun Doo Fake Doo

Well, it's just a demo rig.

I won't let you FOMO in.

You’re grinding for that little bit of profit like it’s a low-cap gem...

Back at it with that dead cow again

Should've mentioned it earlier

I'm really impressed, even Ethereum is about to break out.

I’ll always back you, bro. Winning and losing are just part of the game; giving up is the real loss.

Can I reach the other side, brothers? Why can't I hold on to the real account? 😭#RAVE剧烈波动

Are you going ham with that?

So it's you who was laughing about being weak and having cold legs.

Got any more, babe?

You’ve caught the altcoin bull market.

Spicy Noodles

nbn you dare to short?