PA: Actually, you can just ignore this. I’m sorry. I’m being like the texting version of the drunk stranger at the bar who sobs on your shoulder about their personal shit that you didn’t ask to hear. My heart beats hard as I stare down at her words. As I finally find my own. JAMIE: You don’t need to apologize. I like talking about this. Nobody wants to talk about it. Except me. And you, apparently.
