Last night I was awakened again by floating losses, staring at the candlestick chart as if I were staring at neon lights outside the window, the more I looked, the more glaring it became. When I was making paper profits, I could stay calm and act cool: hmm, not bad; but as soon as I was floating in loss, I started imagining "Did I buy at the highest point?" "Should I cut my losses to ease my mind," and my heartbeat would quicken. Honestly, losses are like noise, profits are just background music, they are not on the same volume at all.

Actually, it’s not about the money, it’s that kind of shame of "I did something wrong," sticking to me and refusing to let go. Recently, memes and celebrities have been calling out trading signals one after another, attention shifting like a night shift bus changing stops one by one. Veteran traders say don’t take the last baton, I understand that, but my hands still itch... Anyway, I’m currently watching the market less, setting reminders, throwing my phone far away before bed, and seeing if I can fall asleep.