Safe.

There are only two places where I feel absolutely safe:
Either in a bed with fresh, white sheets and pillows surrounding my head.
Or in water. Like on the bottom of a swimming pool.
Alone.
Peaceful.
Weightless.
Peaceful.
Nobody talking.
Nobody pretending.
Just being.
Those are the only two places. Everywhere else, I get smacked in the face with arrogance, ignorance, shallowness.

They knock me down and leave me bleeding on the floor.