5.19 Just now ETH has surged to 2400 (open a position and close it immediately).

But I can't be happy, my life is void, it's fake.

Daily gains and losses can't spark my interest at all, whether I lose or earn, it doesn't affect my decision to go downstairs for a bowl of Chaoshan beef noodles, and I will ask to swap the noodles for pasta, because noodle friends must eat pasta 🍝.

I hate the daytime, feeling that the night belongs to me, but I still haven't cherished the night, as I have also passed the night doing nothing, only to regret it when the day breaks.

I start to ponder the meaning of life, chatting with GPT, in the end, it advises me not to think too negatively, providing the mental crisis and suicide intervention hotline, and reminds me: pain is not all of me, it is just a part of what I'm experiencing at this moment.