Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel so eager for the rest of the photos to come in
i answer feeling clever again
i promise to respect my personal boundaries acknowledge that i am a perfect and divine being and that i have the right to say no when i need to without feeling guilty
i feel blessed and privileged to have known you loved you and to know that you are and always will be my child
i have struggled to fit all the work in for this module and have felt frustrated at times feeling that my blogs were rushed and although i have read with great interested fellow students blogs i feel i havent interacted as much as i could have done this is a definite area for development
i often find myself in a hostile environment my leaves feel damaged my blossoms die on the vine
i feel listless and lethargic with a hint of anxiety as if there is something i need to be doing but i dont know what
i will gladly endure a million emotional blowouts and tantrums for the privilege of feeling her tender hands in mine
i feel naughty and dirty sometimes but this gives me certain pleasure so why not
i managed to take some photos today of my outfit which did feel rather strange especially as i havent taken any for such a long time
i love to sew cook and also dabble in mixed media art when i feel like getting messy
i do not feel disadvantaged or jealous without these things i feel empowered instead
i feel bitter and just honkerblonked off in general
i feel so hopeless and usually just want o scream
ive been medicated today but i feel funny
i also stop reading fashion magazine because it makes me feel ugly and fat
i couldnt help but feel a little selfish for wanting her to stay but in relationships of this sort youd better get used to some premature goodbyes
i remember feeling dirty after the swallow bridgewater race and i wasnt even paying too close attention to it
i dropped back to sleep for an hour or two and had very realistic peculiar dreams which are now stuck in my head making me feel a bit dazed
i brush it to the side or tuck it behind my ear only to feel a few rebellious strands escape and tickle my cheeks and my lips i realize im not the one in control
i feel i should be at and the pay is too low to maintain life in the city
i hate that feeling it makes me feel so ashame and stupid
i felt myself melting away again but this time it was a happy feeling not a scared one
i loathe stuffed animals they make me feel a bit violent and i have been known to punch them
i love it when i feel hot and beautiful and sexy
i feel awkward speaking to a native now