Stop loss is really like a breakup—the more you drag it out, the more you want to say, “just one more chance.” In the end, the fees grind you down as slowly as interest. Last night, I went and tried a new pool again; when I checked the permissions, something already felt off, and the fund flow was drifting too. Still, my hands were itchy, so I stepped in… to put it plainly, I just love to court disaster. Later, I realized something was wrong and cut it off right away. Yeah, I lost money, but at least I wasn’t dragged off to be someone’s last sacrifice. Recently, Meme and celebrity price-calling have started rotating again. Old players tell newcomers not to take the last baton—I can’t help but laugh when I hear it, because sometimes the last baton is literally me. That’s it for now; live one day at a time.