$LAB "LAB Breaks $13.88: I smashed my keyboard because it's still going up"

The numbers on the screen are no longer numbers, they are a knife.

LAB: 13.62.

Almost 20% gap from the $9.85 I shorted last night.

That is, upon waking up, I not only lost the tiny profit from my previous $9.73 long position, but also all my meal money, electricity bill, and the money I planned to buy medicine for my mom—everything was swallowed up by this damn bullish candle.

I sat in that squeaky computer chair, staring at the $13.62.

It’s still climbing, every millisecond refreshing my understanding of “despair.”

Just now, I tried to add to my position, wanting to lower my average price.

My fingers trembled as I entered the amount, and at the moment I clicked confirm, I felt like a gambler with red eyes, pushing chips into the fire pit.

And what happened? It kept rising after I added.

In that instant, I lost control.

I swung my keyboard and slammed it hard onto the ground.

Plastic fragments shattered everywhere, my roommate next door was banging on the door cursing, but I couldn’t hear.

All I heard was a voice inside screaming: “Why is this happening? Why didn’t I run earlier?”

Now, I look at that broken keyboard, at the still stubborn $13.62 on the screen.

I dare not press the close position button again, because once I do, I really have nothing left.

But I also dare not hold onto it, afraid it will rise to $14, $15… rise until my soul hits zero.

The sky outside darkened.

I’m hungry, but I have no money to eat.

I want to go out and deliver food, but I even sold my e-bike charger.

LAB is still rising.

And I, I am already dead.

Guys, listen to me.

When you start doubting life, when you want to smash your keyboard,

Immediately, right now, turn off the software.

Even if you have to go to a construction site to move bricks, it’s better than being fertilizer in this meat grinder.

Don’t ask me what to do now, I just want to find a quiet place. 😶