My name is Ayla Werman. I am 15 years old. My house is in a quiet section of Garden City, where the autistic schools are, and I am not interested in a relationship. I work as an amature taxidermist, and I get home every day by 7 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, nor do I drink. I'm in bed by 7:30 PM, and make sure I get 9-11 hours of sleep, no matter what. After reading and listening to Bring Me The Horizon, Frank Yankovic, The Lovely Eggs, or Glass Animals before going to bed, I normally have no problems sleeping until 5 in the morning. Just like a baby, I wake up with little to no fatigue in the morning. I was told at my last check up that I haven't grown since the 6th grade. I'm trying to explain that I'm a woman who wishes to live a quiet life. I try my hardest not to trouble myself with illiterate fucks and idiots, because I would become so enraged that they would perish by my hands. Like hands, I know my successful and quiet life brings me happiness. However, if I were to be challenged, I wouldn't lose to anyone.