
I'm a transgender girl.I'm autistic. And I have a hard time making connections, sometimes I'm afraid of people. It is difficult for me to start a conversation, but feel free to write to me, I will answer everyone.
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2012 August

Good morning!
Burned out places are the scariest. The burnt-out rooms, or the almost charred railway carriages. It was night, cold winter at the abandoned railway vehicle yard, where such burned-out railway cars were lined up one after another. And we, the abandoned, good-for-nothing young people, the sewer rats of the city, ventured into these railway cars to scribble bad graffiti. I went inside and the fear I felt in the burned out wagon was terrifying. In the cold winter I could almost feel the fire. Among the dark, sooty seats, it seemed as if there were dead people everywhere. Back then, in my twenties, I wasn't quite a girl. I was wearing camouflage military gear. And I, in this cursed place, imagined a princess in a pink dress, with long black braided hair, with a little crown, like in the picture, and then I was that girl, there, in the burnt out trains. It somehow made me feel invulnerable. For someone whose presence the darkness is afraid of. The picture is from the children's book that I have kept since I was five years old, and based on the pictures of which I recognized who I really am.
