It started like they always do
With a chart that looked like heaven,
And an APY that whispered: “You deserve this.”
Forgive me, anon, for I yield farmed… and lost more than gas fees.
🧾 DeFi Confessions #1 “I Harvested Grief”
They said the APY was insane.
“Real yield.”
“Auto-compounding.”
“Zero risk.”
And I the kind of person who once bought $POTATO because “it had vibes” believed them.
So I bridged. I staked. I LP’d like a man possessed.
Every day I logged in, clicked “harvest,” and imagined early retirement.
What I didn’t notice…
Was the TVL bleeding slowly, quietly like a rug in slow motion.
A quiet exit masked as farming.
I never read the contract.
Didn’t check the emissions.
Didn’t ask why the farm’s Telegram had six members three of whom were bots.
Then one night…
I watched my tokens drop 97% during a rerun of The Office.
No hack. No rug.
Just pure, cold tokenomics.
They called it yield farming.
> But all I harvested was grief.
