Looking back at my trades these past few days, on April 26th, I borrowed 100 ETH from a buddy and played around with some contracts, but it felt boring, so I went all in on the event contract. That night, I made over 1000 ETH and withdrew 500 ETH, paid back my buddy, and was left with over 500 ETH to keep trading. On the 27th, I hit over 1100 ETH, but then lost money on contracts that night, which hurt, so I went all in on the event contract again, and boom, I was back to square one overnight. I decisively withdrew the remaining 70 ETH. I wasn't planning on it being over, but on the 28th after work, I saw my buddy was making money on contracts, and I couldn't figure it out, so I reloaded with 1500 bucks (the money I previously withdrew) and went all in on the event contract again. It turned out to be profitable, and I shorted some altcoins on the gain charts. Now I’m sitting on over 800 ETH.
Just blew through my paycheck again, even borrowed from online lenders and friends, but still ended up losing it all. I'm such a noob, I really messed up.
I have withdrawn from the circle. I originally wanted to cancel this account, but after thinking about it, I realized that canceling is useless because I have already canceled many times before. It is a temporary solution, not a fundamental one. This time, I must quit gambling from the root. So I will keep it as a cautionary tale for everyone. I hope that those who see my story can wake up in time. Cryptocurrency is not a tool for changing fate. Do not hold on to luck and fantasy anymore. Goodbye, dream chasers.
39.8 points bought myself a cotton coat in the third phase, used an 8 yuan discount coupon and got it for 31.8, made a big profit, received a 2 yuan cash back for tomorrow's breakfast, at least I have that sorted, although it is 100% polyester, I still dare not use the washing machine, I'm afraid it will get damaged, it's a bit heavy on water absorption and I need two hangers to hang it up, this winter will pass just like that. Why is life so miserable? Grass
When I was three years old, my father passed away, my mother ran away, the house was empty, and the sky collapsed; my nightmare began. Fifteen years old, dropped out of school and walked to the fields with a hoe, the heavy farm work exhausted me physically and mentally, in that moment I made up my mind to succeed; Sixteen years old, went to work at a brick kiln with relatives, used a month and a half of wages to buy my first smartphone; Seventeen years old, got addicted to online gambling while working in a hair salon, obsessed with lottery games, lost everything and went back to the factory; Eighteen years old, working as a waitress in a restaurant, tricked by colleagues into a Ponzi scheme, after losing everything, I went back to the factory; Nineteen years old, learning Java programming, but caught a glimpse of the illusion of Bitcoin during breaks in the code — at that time, I thought it was my first 'opportunity' in life.
Today my wisdom tooth is inflamed again and it hurts so much. I was planning to have it removed last year, but every time I got paid, I splurged and didn't have the money to get my teeth pulled. Every time my tooth hurt, I could only endure it. This time, I really can't stand it anymore; it hurts so much. I spent 1.5u to buy some painkillers. I didn't even dare to go to the pharmacy for fear it would be too expensive, so I could only buy some inferior painkillers online.