Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i cant blog if im feeling inspired and once i do blog i lose inspiration
i rarely feel inspired and ready to write
i am no longer red it feels weird
i was disgusted at the way the bus conductor threw out an old woman oiut of the minibus simply because she could not pay the fare for her luggage
my sister once stole my mothers money and made her very angry after this my mother would beat her up for unreasonable reasons one day my sister lent her book to a friend without telling my mother about it when my mother learnt this she beat her up and even threatened her with a pair of scissors
i feel moronic for a lot of the things i have said to people in the name of progress and i have no new ism to espouse now
im being particular but id feel uncomfortable even asserting ive ever been in love
i like to feel that is exactly what i do for my beloved graham
i got home feeling exhausted and discouraged
i said im only pages and this book feels so tortured and you can really feel the pain of the characters
i feel pain even when i see an unfortunate person in street begging why does my mind race and think why is that person there
i get so irritated with the fact that i am a feeling emotional person but can t cope with feelings of rejection
i have been neglecting the feeling of people around me i was stubborn
im feeling unimportant or sorry for myself not at all
i sometimes feel shitty and guilty for buying into them without actively making any choices i am about as normative you can get in terms of the fashion blogosphere
i can not drop this class because then i lose the financial aid for not having enough credits plus i feel like a quitter and im too stubborn for that
i feel accepted welcomed
i have been feeling listless and loopy
i feel myself being sucked back in and this vicious cycle starts again every time you open the door and every time you show me more you back back any hints of love what is it that youre afraid of
i feel like i should mention that i wasnt fond of the damn shapeshifter in the first place
i sound desperate and pathetic to myself but i feel frantic in my need for him
i really feel guilty about them any more
i feel this is entirely in vain
i feel weepy already
i spent some time at the school yesterday talking to folks and snapping pics of my daughters as they delighted in the last day of school fun and i came away feeling impressed and happy which to tell the truth is my usual feeling about the place
i asked him how it felt to be under a flogger wielded by me he said it made him feel more submissive to me that he was more and more mine at least for the night