Yeah. The reason.
For the past month, my dad registered me to a forex trading (foreign exchange) class where I’ll be teach by a professional trader. The class was pretty pricy, around 8000 US Dollar. I was excited at first because I get to make money by staying at home. But long story short, I was devastated. Ever since I learned forex and become a trader, I’ve been having suicidal thoughts more often than I usually did. I say that I’m depressed. And that leads to my decision to blog, to share my
suicidal thoughts and maybe my life struggles.
I’m out, bye.