Floating in an Empty Space

You. Yes, you. The reader of this story.
I want to tell you something, and it's not pretty.
I won't name names, nor will I be specific.
I'm not stuck in an endless loop. Nor am I in some sort of paradox. I'm not dead, either.
Instead... Well, I've made it clear I want to tell you something.
What's that something...? You'll see.
And it'll all make sense soon. You'll understand why I'm saying the same thing each time we cross paths.