Dear Knight

Thank you for the rescue!
I think I get the gist of what you say, but some dots, I'm not quite sure how to connect.
It does sound like it is a rescue in my favor. I can't see all of the details, but in my personal experience, I could see that people could probably face some troubles in their own world through the system that is their "hurricane."


I do thank you, and now that I see myself as the rescuee, I'm sure I'm at your somehow timed wait for gratitude.
How can I be honest and not a tease at the same time?
And I am once again confused at the real named identity. Because I'm looking out for my safety, I can't say the name.

I don't want to get in trouble. I do not want to be an eventual victim of someone else's storm if I were to get involved with you.

God, I'm sure I've developed quite a reputation in New York. I know I have a lot of cats and can be referred to as one of the cat ladies, but I really did like the "Watchmen" movie.
I see myself as Rorshrack sometimes even though I was meant to be seen as "Lori."
It is how I sometimes feel in New York with all of the stockholming and blackmailing. It is my character of reversal when I am the "prisoner."
Anyway, his character is somewhat of an explanation of my wildness with some NY interactions.
I have the potential to be very wild and sexual, but I'm not really as wild as I can appear to be.

As angry as I sometimes get with the media and feeling my life is being handed away, I still don't always think it is competent. Some people say it is their own perceived story and/or artwork, but it still feels like I'm being given away regardless of my level of competence by numbers of people I can't see. It can be a positive thing sometimes, but really, I don't like the fame overall. I hate to cheesily compare myself to the story of "Les Miserables," where my life continuously gets worse and I feel continuously taken advantage of, but I'm really upset right now at my financial situation, work situations, and I'm still adapting to a new kind of social life that will never be the same again.

My conclusion is that how can I be honest and say no without really saying no.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.