Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i like feeling submissive or at the very least that my lover is dominant
i really want people to read my blog s but i can t write anything interesting enough i just write what i m feeling and who wants to read that boring kind of thing
i do feel respected where i work though
i feel i learn more when things dont turn out perfect
i had and not having any lingering feelings nor longing for anyone
i feel lucky that i have an awesome life and family even though i belong to a middle class
i am feeling restless for some reason today
i feel like im not serving a purpose to anyone whether it be keeping them from committing suicide or just a casual conversation partner at a social gathering i am transported to a dark spot
im feeling the way shes not caring for me the way she used to
i want to tell him how i feel how disgusted i am that he can hurt my husband the way he does and then just laugh about it how he treats his grandchildren how he treated my husbands mum and just scream at him to stop being such a selfish bastard because the world does not revolve around him
i was sleeping in my room but woke in the middle of the night to think i could hear noises and see shadows moving i felt that someone was in the house
i feel like everything i have ever valued is now stripped
i feel even more passionate about the gospel now than i have ever in my life and its because of my knowledge of the savior
ive been slowly working on my london zine but havent been feeling super inspired
i feel honored that you would think of me as inspiring
i thought wed escaped the interminable bouts of bods in dressing gowns feeling each others lapels we now have the charming spectacle as i type of a guy in a tight fitting deep blue combo trying to for all intents and purposes take another guy in red from behind
i feel like it only had created in me a more grumpy state at the meanness around me
i feel uncertain about
i feel like im collapsing slowly like a bouncy castle with a small tear
i also got a chance to watch my cousin dance in the royal opera house and i must say i was feeling so proud i got teary eyes on the beginning but shhhhhhh its a secret
i have a feeling i may be popular with the lady folk
i feel honored to be witness to another s process
i wonder how they would feel if someone was screaming at them and then saying horribly rude things behind their back later
i seem to remember feeling very contented
i guess i sort of believe him but deep down i just feel unsure about the unknown
i feel like all of the artists i love the ones i find truly talented seem to have a unique style that you can recognize from a mile away