Someone copied my trades and made money, then bragged about it in the group chat while secretly adding leverage to beat my returns. Later when I asked, I turned it around and said: "What could I possibly gain from this?" Three years without receiving a single red envelope—I'm exhausted. I stay up watching K-line charts while they all-in on five-minute timeframes, then blame me when they get liquidated. Help once, owe forever.

There was one time when ETH's price action was perfect. I told a friend to clear their position because on-chain data seemed off. It crashed as expected—he dodged it, but never contacted me again, suspecting I had insider information. Another time I helped someone take profits on SOL after it doubled. She complained: "You didn't sell at the peak." I just stayed silent.

Later someone asked about my returns. I shared my position screenshot and they never replied again. They said I was showing off, but back then when they were flexing their houses and cars, I was grinding at a job—who said anything about it?

The loneliness in crypto is this: you buy the dip during the bear market while they panic sell; you exit at the top and they say you just got lucky. I don't give advice anymore, and I don't explain myself anymore.