Today's funds: 400 U, July 24, 2024
When the funds were the lowest yesterday, the decline reduced to only more than 200 U, and my hands and feet were weak. Now it has risen a little, and there are still 400 U. I don't have the mood to write a diary. I don't know when I can make the funds 1000 U. It's so difficult. Now I think back to the time before when I finally made it, and I lost it in a few minutes. I was left with tears. I really forgot my roots. I really shouldn't have.
Now I regret it so much. I don't know if God will give me another chance. I really have no capital. It's so miserable. A penny can make a hero fall. I don't have the mood to write a diary. Now my hundreds of U may not be enough for the handling fee of a contract, and I am still struggling.
I always think that good projects, Faraday and Assange also fell like dogs and fell.
I want to cry. I will have to suffer in the future. The fate of a gambler.