Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i wish that i didnt feel the way i do i wear my heart on my sleeve you have to believe the things i say arent in vain believe me theyre true
im writing for those who have been told that they are weak or that their strengths are weaknesses and they were made to feel ashamed
i try to always be hopeful and that helps keep me feeling ok
i write which is what i consider my real profession even though by teaching poetry to troubled and poor kids i feel i m doing something useful
i know how old people feel when they have greedy family members who are trying to take their stuff before they even pass on
im all about driving to fall out boy or out with friends avenue q when youre feeling totally emo more fall out boy and when youre feeling rebellious muse or when youre in an easy goin mood moshav band when you feel like dancin beatles or feel like making out to oh who cares
i feel more inspired
i feel a bit nostalgic as i wonder where my passion for writing a blog times a week has gone
i was feeling out of sorts anxious not sure what to do with myself
i was feeling strong and sassy so i went out back and got the aluminum ladder and carried it up to the house
i am feeling more confident that we will be able to take care of this baby
i was sitting right next to him and i had a strong feeling that i liked him
i do love making them feel welcomed and excited about starting high school
i realize i should be extremely grateful for your act of kindness lord i m feeling quite distressed at the moment
i am feeling doubtful confused lost and what not
im feeling generous enough to give the rest of my supporters ebooks too
i felt like facebook was a catalyst for me to feel that way about myself and i started to see it as a bit of a hostile online community
i feel rebellious because i don t particularly like watching romcoms but i get the feeling that i may be pretty good at writing them
i don t know this shit happens but every time i find out about yet another secret makeshift graveyard full of women s bones i feel that enraged impotence just like it was the first time
i feel selfish but she would insist
when my little sister was sick at home and i thought that she would die
i wound up with something lodged in my oesophagus which didn t feel pleasant to put it lightly
i believe even though at the time i didn t feel i should be hospitalized i m pretty sure it was a good thing i was
i ain t shot a bitch since this morning so i m feelin a little gun horny
i am if i go back to the hostel for a break i feel anxious to get back out and see more and more take it all in
i attempt to convince others of what they should think and how they truly feel i become resentful when others will not let me help them