I hate christmas, especially so this year. Not because of its actual significance, but because it reminds me of how extra lonely i feel (im typing this on christmas eve night when others having great joyous dinners with loved ones), especially for this year as well, it reminds me how i fucked up 2020 so royally badly.
As an update from the previous post — i have returned to trading, and regrettably so. My long term call spread has performed well and have gotten good returns which have been squandered off with my dismal intraday margin trading.
Just yesterday I had a huge short position from 23.8, didnt take profit at the 23.1 mark, it bounced in the span of 15mins up all the way back, even past the breakdown zone. I exited out for flat but left 15k unrealized profits on the table.
Today, I overtraded like an amateur, shorting into support thinking it will give way to further breakdown, longing tops expecting a continuation bounce. Overtrading this nonsense made me lose almost 1btc — the damage comes from the short side where I will be oversized (to hedge my calls).
