Stop-loss really is like a breakup: dragging it out without deleting or blocking, acting like everything’s fine on the surface, but in reality paying “emotional interest” every single day. I used to love to stubbornly tough it out too—thinking that if I just waited a bit longer, it would come back—only to find that the longer I waited, the more the position looked like a project left half-finished. And in the end, making the cut hurts even more.

In the past couple of days, I’ve been watching the funding rate swing to extremes again, and the group chat has been arguing nonstop: are we talking about a reversal, or do we keep forcing the bubble to squeeze and burst? Honestly, I don’t even know. The market plays a tune, and I just listen to it—but right now, I trust one thing more: if the only reason I’m holding onto it is that “I don’t want to admit I’m losing,” then I should basically get out. Admitting defeat early isn’t shameful. At least then I can free up my mind to look for the next opportunity—one that isn’t so twisted. That’s it for now.