After sitting for two hours, the sky gradually darkened.
Since stepping into the age of 18, the crypto world has occupied most of my day.
I've basically been trading for nearly two years while saving on meals and drinks.
At first, I knew nothing; I watched what others were trading in the square, followed whatever they shouted, joined groups, and their words controlled the life and death of my funds. In the end, others' careless words led me to continuous losses for half a year.
Later, I started to play on my own, with no strategy, shorting whichever altcoin was rising the highest. I still looked at others' analyses in the square, some big influencers with many fans. Many times after losing, I got overly emotional and traded frequently, cutting losses frequently, leading to the thought that if it blows up, so be it. This is how I lost until December 2024.
In 2025, I met some friends who gave me many opportunities.
In January, I called a trade remotely for 1000u, which failed.
In March, I took a trade with a deposit of 1000u, which failed.
In April, I traded 500u in real money, which failed.
Now, I have lost everyone's trust; when I asked a brother who once helped me make money to borrow 100u, he said just forget it.
This year, I am not so emotional; after all, my total losses this year are only 6000u. If one day I regain everything I've lost, I will remember who treated me well and will no longer let my feet stand on this greasy floor.
Love, hate, and grievances come with the waves, the summer cicadas sing as the night lingers.
I haven't given up and will continue to update.
