Hang in there.

There are angels and assholes in all creeds and colors.

Better to be a dying angel, scrapping along the edge of the other side, than a living asshole, spewing forth. They eventually go down the same drain with all they brought forth.

Beware the floaters. In your situation they are probably not good. Let them turn in and reveal themselves first.

Be one with the walls. Like a hammer is one with the hand, or a book is one with the mind.