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Trading Myths
love letters, personal thoughts, story dumps, and the virtual diary of a girl in her twenties starting over and figuring life out, piece by piece.
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Trading Myths

the reflection piece part II

Top-Down Analysis

would you say falling in love is easy? how easy is it to find your person, the one who seems painted in gold light? and yes, i realize nobody is perfect. but the way your eyes catch the sunlight, the way your smile pulls the air right out of the room, and your laugh, oh, that amazing laugh that echoes in every room you enter, makes choosing you feel like the easiest thing in the world. the way…

Finding your session

i’m frustrated. you know that feeling you get that you aren’t really good at anything, or you don’t know yourself enough as a person? i feel like everyone has a thing - someone is an artist, someone is a great athlete, someone is super crazy about anime and collects figures. everyone seems to have a passion for something in life, but i can’t seem to find mine. sure i have interests and hobbies,…

Fibonacci Retracement/Equilibriam

i went shopping today. i haven’t really shopped in two years, maybe a piece here and there, but i never bothered to check the size. same size i’ve always been , i thought to myself before placing an order, never feeling like there was a problem. but something was different today. i grabbed a pair of jeans, sized large, and two t-shirts that had full sleeves to cover my flabby arms and just loose…

Order Blocks

love letters, personal thoughts, story dumps, and the virtual diary of a girl in her twenties starting over and figuring life out, piece by piece.

Market Structure Shifts

i feel paralyzed. that sickening feeling of wanting to do so much you don’t know where to start. i want to be the writer and the painter, the solo traveler who disappears into coffee shops. the adventurer always chasing the novel, and the homebody who crochets her own clothes. the skateboarder, the motorcyclist painting murals across the city. the musician with a guitar, bleeding into her own…

Imbalances and Fair Value Gaps

there’s a quiet, heavy space between first and second. it’s the extra inch on a tape measure, the split second on a stopwatch. for as long as i can remember, i have lived in that space. in school, all the kids were ranked by their grades. neatly lined up from top to bottom like inventory. i was always sitting right under the crown, never quite wearing it. everyone thought i could do better. my…

Liquidity

a slam poem

Market Sentiment

⚠️trigger warning

Basic Fundamental Analysis

i didn’t set out to be a savior, just a place for the rain to stop. but you arrived like a house already burning, carrying the ash of a home that broke before you ever learned to build. i tried to be the silver backing to your glass, but you were a smashed mirror, jagged, sharp, and stubbornly incomplete. i spent years on the floor with the glue and the tape, trying to press my skin into the gaps,…