Another year, another Bitcoin funeral

Sit down? Can’t. Bought Bitcoin instead.

Bitcoin waiting for the attention to come back.

Maybe I picked the wrong crypto career.

One lucky trade and now I think I’m Warren Buffett.

That hug says “we survived”

My brain says sell, my hands say buy more.

Pepe has seen enough

ETH trying to become its own sun

The silence says everything

This feels way too personal

From buying dips to digging tunnels

Bottom right knows exactly why he can’t sleep.

Leverage is a dangerous drug

The middle of the curve is stressing again

My keys, my coins. Simple.

Bull market requires sacrifices

Fine themn

The Dogecoin pet detail got me

Nothing gets more expensive than something you suddenly need.