I'm not new to the Binance platform; I'm one of its old residents... I know its corners, and I can smell the traps before they are set.

I've seen coins born in the darkness of smart contracts, screaming on Telegram, only to be buried in the graves of CoinMarketCap under the label "Closed Forever."

I open a buy position, and the price crashes like a child upon seeing math homework.

I open a sell position, and the market suddenly rises as if the whales said: "Let's ruin his day!"

I have become a human economic indicator...

Friends watch me, not out of love, but to determine what they should not do.

Whenever I say, "Now is the time to enter," they write in their notebooks: "Now is the time to exit immediately."

I have become a friend of Japanese candles...

We look at each other sadly: they bleed, and so do I; the difference is that they depict it, while I suppress it.

As for the "futures" section, that's another world...

You enter as a man and come out as a lost child searching for the meaning of life amidst a 50x leverage.

Then came the day I pressed the "Buy" button, and the platform froze...

When the internet returned, I discovered that I had bought twice what I owned and sold what I did not own, all with leverage that felt like falling into a deep well.

But I do not complain...

For I am not here for profit, but to experience all forms of anxiety known to the modern human.