My last nerve has a do-not-disturb sign.

Your drama is not my department.

Sarcasm levels rising. Proceed carefully.

Please, keep talking. I always yawn when I'm interested.

Say less. Actually, say nothing.

I have a black belt in eye rolling.

Your drama doesn't match my outfit.

If you're waiting for my apology, get comfy.

My sarcasm is a gift. You're welcome.

You're not my type. My type is people who make sense.

Nobody asked. Still right.

Not everyone has to like me. I'm not a weekend.

Petty? No. Precise.

Keep rolling your eyes. It's great exercise.

You woke up and chose chaos. So did I.

Being this unbothered takes practice.