Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i truly felt that when i left friday you were smiling and feeling i had respected you and you thinking i was a teasing little heathen you loved who enjoys arousing you with an animal delight
im feeling dangerously truthful
i end up getting unwanted attention from boys i want little to do with or ill be sort of starting something with a boy then find myself flirtiing with others in his presence or ill feel really insincere around boys that i do like
i dunno i just feel that i started this blog a little shaky as i wasnt really sure about what sort of audience i was addressing or anything
i got the feeling that the person on the other end hated me
i feel as though i am going to be victimized
i have always had people in my life who have gone out of their way to put me down trip me up or make me feel as if i were completely moronic or not worthy enough
i could only see and feel the poison in my veins which deprived me of the strength and the ability to feel the joy i knew held me
i feel all hot and bothered and most of all i worry and worry some more and boy do i worry
i do my best but it feels uncomfortable
i come home i am usually feel drained and exhausted
i always feel a bit naughty on mondays
i feel so guilty
i wrote it feels slightly strange starting to write this about cambodia as i sit in lax airport waiting to bi
i found these emails from scott dale and just reading them frusterated me so much that i feel the need to post them and show the world what a neurotic freak he was is
i feel remorseful for my dao ness
i finished our drinks and left and i came to feel more and more sympathetic and bad for this old man to the point where im still thinking about it hours later
i feel like this could be a dangerous topic if anyone feels passionately about pianos but its been on my mind for a while and i thought it was worth discussing not because im going to paint my piano which i grew up with so please stop hyperventilating mom
i can see the shallow of many lives and if i try to give love or atention to that person then i can see the distance and the confusion looks to me that people stop trusting others and feel insulted or misstreated by affeccion
i feel suddenly startled catch my breath and think it could be any day
i don t mean to behave so cut off but i feel so lethargic to utter one single word to anyone
i suppose thats why i feel so melancholy about the whole thing
i tgt v u but i still feel unhappy
i feel like i m teetering on the edge of hoarding insanity when it comes to my beloved clothing
i want that feeling that someone is devoted to me and wants to keep me strong and go through things with me
i feel its image has certainly been damaged by all of this