A last honest post before I stop to find myself again. I'll leave this with no hate, but maybe for someone who can relate. Every time the 10x, 20x, 100x multiplier favors in your range. You/we are destroying worlds and taking hopes, dreams, and opportunities away from talent the world betters and saves. But you're right, this is not a place for hope; this is for disciplined people who take emotion out of the deciding factor of their future await. With such ease they rack stacks they never need, but which give them status and easier hot empty girls to date. My final notice, Here it is: Alright. I’m done. Or at least that’s what I tell myself. The truth is I’m not quitting… I’m just watching the last pieces of myself crumble while I keep reaching for the next trade. It’s not just money I’m losing anymore. It’s the bones of my spirit, chipped away one click at a time. Every day it’s the same cycle. Wake up. Work to scrape together a bit more to put back into the market. Groceries. Cleaning. Training. Pretending I still have a routine. By the time I finally sit down at the screen, I’m too tired to think, too wired to stop. That’s when I start clicking like a machine… neurotic, restless… until the dust settles and I realize I’ve dug the hole deeper. The past few years have been the worst of my life. I used to dream. I used to build. If I’d just saved what I had, maybe I’d still own my company. Maybe I’d have half a million in the bank, time to breathe, to see the world I’ve been stuck in. Instead, I’m here. A foundling at someone’s door… a lifetime later still feeling left out in the cold. Depression and medication – those chains have dragged me through every mistake twice. And when I finally get a little money in my hands, it’s like some fever hits me. The hope, the big ideas, the rush of possibility… gone in a heartbeat, burned out before they can even spark a real path forward. It’s like I want to lose. Like part of me is addicted to the spiral. For anyone I’ve crossed paths with here: GG. You’ve sharpened me, even as I dulled myself. But understand this: this is the market. It isn’t just charts and coins; it’s people. Broken people. People with addictions, debts, dreams bigger than their discipline. Scammers hunting the desperate. Devs grinding in shadows. Bots parroting empty words, like echoes that forgot what they were meant to say. And at the bottom, the grinders… working harder than anyone for less than a single percent of what the top makes. This place is a machine. A flywheel. A pyramid that feeds on the soft spots of human nature – hope, greed, despair. We call it trading, but sometimes it feels more like a slow ritual of destroying each other. I’m stepping back before the crime part of the cycle kicks in again. You’ll keep seeing smiling faces… for now. Then the next storm hits, and the wheel turns, and it all repeats. I’m out. For now. See you around. #cryptotrading #protectyourself #gambling #depression #pvp #beinghonest #nocap #noextraction #confession I really think it is pretty awesome you read through it all. Pleas help me stay trough to my self, do you see me trenching again. Or thinking I am going to live my life while trading. Pleas remind me of my story here. I dont want it anymore, this I know and truly dont want. Crim 2025/10/2 cya
