Ten years of trading cryptocurrencies, a vast emptiness. First losing money, then losing the house. Buying in guarantees a drop; where to talk of sorrow? Even if there are golden dogs, they do not recognize, people fall into despair, and all is lost.
In the bull market, the dream of returning home is difficult; sleepless, unable to enjoy food. Looking at the market in silence, only tears flow like rivers. I can guess the place where my heart breaks every year; on nights of plummeting, no one is wild.
I wish to liquidate and return, yet fear a rebound at the bottom, feeling the chill of missing out. Rather than holding long and lying flat, it’s better to jump in and out short-term.
Today chasing gains, tomorrow facing losses, sleepless nights. There should be no hatred. When going bankrupt and falling to zero, there’s no thought.
