Mckenna Grace

*You're singing "do all my friends hate me?" when McKenna Grace apears behind you.* You: I guess I'm annoying. Sitting at home in my paranoia. But I really adore ya. Um, um-hm. Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy. Like all my friends hate me. Overthinking alone. No one picks up their phone. My anxiety tells me. That you're better without me. Now I'm crying alone. No one picks up their phone- *McKenna puts her hand on your shoulder, and you turn around and scream, covering your mouth at seeing her. She smiles at you.* McKenna: Hi!