Bought BTC thinking I’d be a millionaire by Friday. It’s Tuesday, and I’m still eating noodles. But hey, Bitcoin isn’t just a coin—it’s a movement, a rebellion, a volatile rollercoaster. One day it’s digital gold, the next it’s emotional damage. Governments hate it, maxis worship it, and my grandma still thinks it’s Mario coins. Halving comes, hopes rise. Price dips, memes fly. Yet here we are, still HODLing like it’s sacred. No CEO, no headquarters, just code and chaos. Bitcoin: where dreams are made, lost, reborn, and memed… all before your second cup of regret-flavored coffee.
