It has taken a long time. Ever since I got liquidated on my last long position in altcoins, I haven't been able to recover my strength. This is because I sold my holdings of $SUI and $SOL to cover the contract, and then I lost everything. After that, there was a huge surge, with $SUI rising from my initial purchase price of 0.1U to over 5U, and $SOL also reached an all-time high! I don't know how to express that feeling; it really makes me feel like I want to die!
My first A7 actually started with #BNB. At that time, in 2021, I began to encounter meme coins, went through many RUG pulls, and experienced a lot of sell-offs. However, I still accumulated my first A7, then I cashed out for an E300L and married the person I love. But then I started to engage in the secondary market, always feeling like the primary market was inferior. We were only playing with meme coins, and now I realize that the primary market is actually where we can rise! Now I have returned to the primary market, exchanging all my tokens for $BNB , hoping for #BSC to be great again, and I will start over with the little chips I have left!
I too have been full of ambition, but it doesn't prevent my current state of poverty, nor does it hinder my comeback. What's wrong with delivering food? What's wrong with being heavily in debt? If one day I achieve my lofty ambitions, would I dare to laugh at Huang Chao's lack of manliness? #ETH走势分析
Overdue start I have already started to explode positions exploded life exploded how to restart you guys talk about delivering food every day I really want to go deliver food now...#加密市场回调
I hope everyone never has to reach this point. I have lost everything. I don't know what to do. Going down will lead to endless collection calls. #山寨季來了?
The Tombstone Under the K-Line, and an Undead Gambler
The light from the phone screen, in a rental room at three in the morning, is the only glaring thing. That K-line representing all my hopes twists helplessly like a dying snake above the 'liquidation warning line'. Sweat soaks through the cheap T-shirt, sticking to my back, cold. 'Just hold on a bit longer... just a bit... didn't it bounce back last time?' My throat was dry, I murmured to myself, as if convincing the screen, more like hypnotizing myself. My fingers unconsciously refreshed the page; every tiny bounce made my heart skip a beat, and every drop felt like a hand tightening around it.