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Waiting for my money to transfer…currently stunned that I’d managed to lose about $11,100 trading options but is 100% confident that I’d not only be able to earn it back but become a millionaire by trading AMZN options.

Am I delusional and / or a gambling addict? Only time will tell

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God, trading options is like doing trust falls with hedge fund managers

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I want to kiss every major AMZN daytrader directly on the lips.

This stock makes me feel like the Oracle of Delphi.

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Lol is Charlie Munger ok

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Starting to think of death again

That persistent itch to return to nothing

So tired of sleeping, sick of waking up

What if I hang myself in lieu of graduating

Sounds like the short way out

The exit sign glowing in the dark

Red, red, red, and the door's to the left

I slept and I'm awake

The same day never stops

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so AMZN didn't break last peak, and I'm starting to look for low variance to short it again

I think the only thing I regret in my life is that I didn't enable spreads when I could, and now RH checks age for the option-trading experience part after a college kid killed himself because of a bug in calculations

wish I could buy a call option & put option simultaneously for the earnings, looks like free gains to me

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update: earned $457 dollars on it and sold at the highest point by pure luck

and it rose steadily onward to either break resistance or fall back to touch support (again, for the third time)

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I bet my last $1900 on a OTM put of AMZN expiring next Friday

MarketWatch stopped counting at 8 pm

By experience it starts on 5 am today

And I'm not selling until it dives below the support

If I'm wrong, you can take my life as well

Not a penny more, not a penny less

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How much can you do to deserve what you have? To get what you want?

What are you willing to do to be free?

It's the long game, always--even when you are tired of playing it; would you ever win? Was it just a ruse?

I find myself wondering if one day my wrist would drip blood onto the counter and I barely take notice.

There's so much work to be done, there always is.

I try my best, and I don't like the numbers and the letters I get.

I guess somebody has to pay for the work--if not me, then who? I already paid the bill, makes sense I've to pay for the rest of it, too.

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The story of my life (death?)

I email a professor

I submit an exam

I receive an email notification of my graded assignment

I turn in an assignment

I turn in an assignment

I turn in an assignment

I receive an email notification of my graded assignment

I receive an email notification of my graded exam

I buy a flight ticket home

I receive an email notification of my graded assignment

I receive an email notification of my graded assignment

I take a final exam

I take a final exam

I take a final exam

I take a final exam

I take a final exam

I go home

I hang myself in the garage

THE END

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I cradle my laptop in my arms

And press my hand against the vent

I try not to think of another world

Or how I can free myself from this one

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I'm full of dread and whatever the opposite of hysterics is

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I think of death fondly

Like a distant relative whose company I once enjoyed

And will soon visit again

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I love the way they hate

They do it much better than me

And it looks so fair on them

Almost like they were born to it

Almost like they were born for me to love them

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I'm cold but the room is too warm

My home is quarter a lifetime away across from the Atlantic Ocean

My mind is burning and the night breeze doesn't feel like a gentle kiss

I love and feel and hurt and am never good enough

I'm a second-hand album of family pictures at a garage sale--

Well-loved in theory in a distant memory

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My life is made of my own choices

But my love is made of narratives written for me

Fictional or not--my hands are tied

My future is one step-ladder too high, fifty-six years too low

And I'm holding a nylon rope tied in seven loops

Waiting for the other shoe to drop

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