Bubbles of randomness

I feel the urge to write.
But i don't have a single coherrant string of words to make into a poem, nor anything sufficiently memorable to write down.

I feel slightly depressed. I blame Liza.
She's always harping about how depressed she feels, it's rubbing off on me.

Usually a drizzling Saturday puts me at peace, but today, it seems to just be mocking me. I feel depressed.

My emotions are pulped up, smashed, beaten, torn.
No particular reason, just one of those days. *sigh*

I feel like shouting, but i dont have anything to shout out.
Screaming, but my voice betrays me.
Crying, but I'm not saddened.

Cheesecake might help. Perhaps?