Xixikawayi

The pain I feel inside right now is like even if BTC drops to $1,000, it doesn't seem to matter anymore... Sometimes I really doubt how fake this world is, as if there aren't that many stories, just that simple self... I hate growing up so much, it's so exhausting... I haven't had a good sleep in a long time.

So is BTC going to be cracked by AI? So that's what the black swan was all about.

What should I do if I want an extra Zcash: native 😢

If you’ve got any enemies, then just recommend that they come to the crypto world and play now—no matter what karma or sins you carried in your past life, once you’ve touched crypto in this life, then you’ve made it even and cleared it.

I've always felt that if a community doesn't have a group of people like me who are full of idealism and love stories, or if people like me are becoming fewer and fewer, it's a pity for that community. The bubbles and the cake will both shrink. So rather than saying the crypto environment has worsened, it's more about there being too few people like me... I used to think it was my fault, but I don't think that way anymore. If those people praise me, it actually proves I was wrong. When they get anxious, attack me, call me stupid, call me silly, that indeed shows how adorably foolish I am... hh

If only there were ways to cash out without taking from others, then I could earn a lot and also fulfill my own wishes... But why does someone have to lose because of me? That’s so sad, and it’s not what I want. Just like this account itself is also my diary, I don’t want to do this. Even if I make a profit, I would only feel more guilty... It’s so tormenting.

The older I get, the more I realize that there are very few people and things I can change, so I might as well be kinder to myself. After all, each day I live is one less day. I only hope that in the last few minutes before I die, I can confidently tell myself, oh... Xi, you've lived a worthwhile life. Maybe I'll still drink alcohol, and after drinking, just sleep for the last time, and never wake up again. Maybe... it's so romantic, yet so sad, so lonely, isn't it? So every time I think of these things, I feel that fame, power, and money don't matter anymore.

You've been failing for so long that you've forgotten what success feels like.

The pig would never have thought that the one killing it was the person feeding it every day, just like you would never have thought that the person breaking up with you was the one who told you "forever" every day.
You are like a pig, living each day believing that person is your greatest support.
You place all your trust in them, thinking those hands only give you food and warmth, never imagining that those hands might also pick up a knife.
There are two kinds of people in the world: melancholic philosophers and happy pigs.
Philosophers are clear-headed, so they are melancholic; pigs

Making money trading coins while trying to act cool—that’s you.
Losing money, wanting to die over it, barely alive—that’s also you.
You putting your house and your car on the line? You’re the one who did it—did you think it wasn’t because I told you to?
Your partner ran off—while I don’t even have one.
Your life, as it’s been since the beginning, has been nothing but shit.
If you don’t want to gamble, then who the hell is supposed to be able to carry it for you? CB isn’t something you just naturally know how to do.
Next time a new CA drops, remember to call me.

How did I wake up to the sky falling, damn...

Suddenly I feel like sharing power banks is so flirtatious and provocative, I’d rather bring my own power bank to charge my phone, or else my pure love phone will get cheated on, boohoo.
Just now, my phone was plugged into a teasing cable, and a lot of teasing electricity rushed in, it’s not clean anymore...
I am a sinner meow 🖐🏻😭🖐🏻 Sorry, my dear iPhone-chan.