My worst fear came true.

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I'm still on my very first pack. Now, I'm a short, legal rather young-looking female who probably wouldn't be the one pictured in your brain when you think of someone that smokes. And this big black guy in a white car sped around the corner and yelled "leave those cigarettes alone" as I was ABOUT to light my second one. If it had been my first I would have been more angry, but right now, I feel really fucking depressed and sad. I don't know what to do. I can't smoke in my room because I'm too nervous of the fire alarm going off.

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Any tips to not let that get to me? I'm not going to stop or quit right now for various reasons. Please, any support would help.