Went alright. I cried a lot. It was in the mission district but mostly black men and women. A lot of young court-ordered who left as early as possible. Some good stuff, feeling bare, ashamed, ashamed that I'm in this situation and ashamed because I'm just spoiled and don't really have it all that bad. Am feeling bad bad bad. Took a pill around noon so I'm not really weepy or such. BF once again gobbled up all of his pills so now he's completely dopesick but he deserves it. Sorry, but he does. He's been a total PRICK boyfriend while honking up all of the dope. Sheesh.