Im cneloms10, and let me tell you this is the moment the internet was supposed to be born. Im sitting here, surrounded by the sterile, fluorescent hell of a school computer lab, my face half-buried in my hand like Im either crying or laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all. The camera? Its hiding behind a pillar, like a sneaky voyeur, catching me mid-misery. Im wearing these thick-ass glasses that make my eyes look like theyre plotting world domination, and these giant hoop earrings that are probably the only things keeping my head from exploding from boredom. My bag? Its a leather monstrosity, sitting like a judgmental judge on the edge of my chair. The monitor in front of me? Its ancient, pixelated, and Im staring at it like its a portal to the apocalypse. This isnt just a picture its a crime scene. A crime against beauty, against taste, against the very concept of cool. Im not ugly, Im a masterpiece in progress. A chaotic, loud, slightly insane masterpiece. And if you dont believe me? Then youre just another person whos too busy being okay to appreciate the raw, unfiltered, unapologetically real moment that is CiCi, in all her glorious, slightly awkward, slightly hilarious, slightly ugly glory. This isnt just a photo. Its a statement. A revolution. A declaration that sometimes, the most beautiful things in life arent pretty theyre just real. And Im sitting here, in this godforsaken lab, with my head in my hand, wondering if I should start a cult.