Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel that i don t have anything to contribute to the conversation about books and that my writing is boring shallow bunk
i was left feeling foolish all alone in the rain
im sitting outside mildly determined to just write what i feel its gorgeous outside even if the bugs are buzzing around
i am very happy and feel loved
i hate even doing this because i feel like it s rude but i must say i love the blog it came from and this is no insult to the food photography because i enjoy it
i feel assured that everything will be alright regardless of what im currently going through
i could have used for this blog post but this one perfectly describes the way i feel as well as give tribute to my
i feel like a super hero of sorts
i do want to feel loved and cherished by someone
i attempted to call my mom to talk to her but she answered the phone with suck fake regard for my feelings she had her jolly voice on and i just told her nevermind and she said okay i have a couple guests walking through the door so i have to go and feed them some pie
i begin to feel that every waking moment is devoted to work
i really didn t feel like there were any though so i was quite delighted when my brain came up with the amazingly obvious solution of asking the guy who lives in the other half of my duplex if i could just get dsl on his line and set up a wireless network
i feel liked i talked about mass effect to death in these posts but i m going to have to again i m afraid
i feel so disgusted with myself she allows me to see a glimpse of myself through her eyes and somehow miraculously i feel that maybe i can conquer the world after all
i sit here to write i start to dig out my feelings and i think that i am afraid to accept the possibility that he might not make it
i have a positive or negative experience depends largely on how much i feel control was either respected or taken from me
i get the feeling that im butchering a feeling that was as delicate as it was wordless but so be it
i feel peaceful like i shall grow wings and fly away
i probably know where im going like i know the back of my hand i still feel thrilled because i know every trip would reveal something new to me
i feel relieved when she goes to bed because shes worn me out but im always excited to get her out of her crib the next day even when she wakes us up earlier than we want
i feel as if i am on hold somehow that ive been given a time for contemplation consolidation and it is a most curious feeling
i like taking cold showers i get out feeling invigorated and ready to roll
i feel so blessed that i am able to leave there
i was feeling really hot and i thought id whip up a sorbet to cool me down
i felt even more frustrated and discouraged when i realized my reputation had been damaged but i also realized i had a choice i could feel resentful for the situation i was in or i could rebuild my good reputation
i feel it s acceptable for me to put forth little effort in today s post