I watched him from day one. A fresh face stepping into the market, full of excitement, full of belief, and full of mistakes. Day one, he watched BSB pump and stayed out. Day two, he FOMO'd in. Day three, the losses started. I saw it all. He couldn't sleep. Every night, charts open. Every price tick made his heart race. Sometimes he would sit still for hours, just waiting for one green candle. He started talking to himself. "It will bounce back." "Just need to break even." When PI dropped, he bought more. When LAB went sideways, he ignored it. Every decision felt so familiar. I've seen this play out too many times. His account slowly bled. -20%. -40%. -70%. Then one night, he sat in front of the screen for a long time. No words. No trades. Just staring. I thought... finally, he gets it. But no. The next morning, he entered another trade. This time, he seemed calmer. No FOMO. A plan in place. I started to hope. But then... the same old story repeated. He didn't cut losses. He held. He hoped. That's when I realized: It's not that he didn't know. It's that he couldn't do differently. People always think they control the market. But in reality, emotions control them. On the final day, he turned off the screen. Account nearly zero. No tears. No anger. Just silence. I stood there, watching him one last time. Then I turned back to my screen. A new account had just been created. A new user just deposited. A new story... beginning. I keep watching. Because I'm not the trader. I am the market.