Softgirldiaries Stories

INTRODUCTION Keeping Up With the Crybaby CEO (A.k.a. the emotional diary of a high-functioning, heart-feeling hot girl™) Hi. I'm Zana. A CEO, a crybaby, and your favorite emotionally unstable baddie. 😌💅🏽 This isn't your typical diary. No "Dear Diary, today was fine" vibes here. Nah. This is a venting vault, a soft girl survival log, and a showcase of me being too deep for people who can barely swim in their own feelings. 💧 I cry. A lot. Weekly on good weeks. Daily on dramatic ones. And not because I'm fragile - but because I feel everything too much, too beautifully, too loudly. And I'm done apologizing for that. So I created this series - Keeping Up with the Crybaby CEO - as a way to: ✨ Bleed out my emotions in words. ✨ Remind myself (and you) that crying is not weakness. ✨ Flex my writing skills. 'Cause baby, these tears come with pen game. 🖋️ ✨ And most importantly... to give my feelings main character energy - because if I'm gonna suffer, it better come with a plot twist and poetic rhythm. Expect: 🫧 Cry ratings (yes, we're rating the breakdowns) 💄 Notes to my soft self 👠 Theatrical oversharing 🧠 Emotional clarity in couture 💋 And random doses of "WTF just happened" So buckle up, sweetheart. This isn't a sad story. It's a soft girl saga. A messy, sexy, chaotic little love letter to every version of me that ever needed a hug and a tissue and a journal with gold-edged pages. If you're here to judge, go cry somewhere else. If you're here to feel? Welcome to the club. We don't heal quietly here. We monologue. Now let's cry... in style. #KeepingUpWithTheCrybabyCEO #SoftGirlSaga #WattpadTearsAndTiaras

Dear reader (or maybe just me, talking to myself 👀, I'm 22 on paper but honestly? Still a teenager at heart. Half the time I feel like I'm stuck somewhere in my life and grown-up responsibilities I never asked for.I'm still learning, still messing up, still laughing at the dumbest jokes like I'm 16 again. And maybe that's okay. Maybe I don't want to grow up all polished and perfect. I like being messy, emotional, dramatic, and sometimes way too soft for this world. This diary isn't going to be about lessons or moral stories - it's just... me. My random thoughts, heartbreaks, secret crushes, awkward moments, and memories that won't leave me alone no matter how many years pass. If you're reading this, welcome to my little corner of chaos. Don't expect everything to make sense - I'm still figuring it out myself. So here it begins... a 22-year-old heart that still beats like a teenager's. 💌 (cover photo credits goes to the owner I do not claim that I just loved it) ❤️