Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i understand the feeling of a writer unsure of his skill unsure of his audience wondering if he has wasted hours and hours of his life making marks on a page
i guess avoiding the boundaries conversation with him has me feeling a little unsure about my confidence and strength
i remember a totally different feel having been a faithful dukes watcher growing up
i would give up feeling fucked to feel neutral
i feel slightly embarrassed that i keep telling myself and trying to make myself believe that life is actually to enjoy just to be let down harder and harder each time
i feel as though satan doesnt want these one here so im going to be that much more determined to get this out
i just focus on my sermon itself and think about all of the research and writing and practicing that lies ahead of me i feel burdened
i dont know why i feel disheartened
i want to feel admired and loved
i feel like ive been terribly wronged and that all is hopeless
i like to use pineapple grapes watermelon and berries add some fresh chopped mint for a cool refreshing flavor and if youre feeling festive you can even add a little liqueur like coconut rum or drambuie
i feel pretty weird blogging about deodorant but im a bit of a deodorant snob and find it really hard to find a good one
i am really looking forward to feel like in europe again although somehow i m fond of this place
i feel he is so talented and so realistic
i had been struggling emotionally feeling beaten down and discontented
i feel oddly nostalgic for those early days when we were all still figuring things out
i feel confident about my drawings ill post em up
i want to take a shower without feeling like i was beaten with a baseball bat
i feel so neglectful of lj
i feel bad saying that and like its just an excuse or something
i feel like they hated me since then
i learned in month of us manage to find another company and feel much peaceful without a boss who drunk and yell to his staffs
i know that feeling awkward and not having friends in a space contributes to this
i feel pressure to act like im so heartbroken but secretly i dont really care that much
i alba i feel good and im fitting in
i know that i feel more successful now writing a blog in my sweatpants while my baby sleeps on me than i did when i commuted on trains and ferries with a business card in the pocket of my armani blazer