Torchlight: a case for holding dead batteries

Never knew that work can provide a form of escape. Certain things may not be going as well as I hoped them to be. Trying hard not to think about them and I guess work kept me busy enough to stop pondering and wondering about issues that I have no control over. I have to be professional and detach my personal life from my work life.

I need to be hard on the surface. Perhaps similar to Rand, He Who Comes With The Dawn, I am making a shell of me. However, I feel that trying to be hard actually reflects an amount of brittleness in me. Trying to hide my discomfort or melancholy may not be a good way to overcome them, but I have no choice. Best way to protect myself is to clam up, I guess.