I knew it.
It has been two years and things keep pouring in. all the kind people have been trying to evacuate all shit that has fallen on me but others take advantages of my willingness to help.
It is never easy for me to say no.
My tasked jobs are always on design but somehow there are more in the backstage where nobody else can see except the people who owe me favours.
I do not wish to stay on. I really hate it and have this deep hatred and phobia of everything.
I have no choice but to return the favours.