I am weird.
I assume you gathered that already, but really. I am so weird, you can't begin to imagine. I could thank you for reading my stories, but to be honest, I think I should really be apologizing that you have to read what I bleed out from time to time.
I am into the weirdest things, and occasionally I'll write about them, and then I get reads and likes and all sorts of support. It's amazing, really, that someone would want to read what's in this batty old head, and words can't describe the pleasure I feel when someone leaves me a positive comment.
So. I am weird.
But, you put up with it, and for that I say,