Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: at the hypocrisy of some of my friends
i feel that this was their mistake and they are just being rude
i feel really lucky to have found you as a resource and have always felt the answers i needed were there for the asking
i don t like the idea that women in the entertainment industry especially in pop music may feel pressured to turn themselves into hypersexual tartlets but i get the feeling that rihanna isn t being provocative because she feels she has to
im feeling totally lame for not posting anything in forever and not even checking this blog in forever
i had an epiphany that i should feel proud of myself img src http expansiveperspective
i live in between my moments of sun sometimes i feel like a doll on a shelf or some perverse performing puppet
i love comments so feel free to post one
i had been indifferent to tell the feelings and words i had treasured ever since the feeling start to bloom are one of the moments i want to keep
i want to love you but i feel like there some sort of hindrance thats keeping me from loving you
i have said many times i don t want it to feel fake or overdone
im desperately trying to stay away from black so i really am feeling proud whenever i put together a colourful outfit
i kept waking up and feeling glad the dream was over then i would fall back asleep only to the dream continuing
i finally get it right i feel happily smug and relieved that a piece of work is done
i see her frustration and sadness and hear her anger at my puters invasion in her life and then the pride of financial independence feels pretty lame
ive been feeling a bit remorseful about our decision kicking myself that i was too cheap for my own good
i cant help feeling curious you know after all ive heard
i wrote words without really feeling all that distressed about it
i gotta say im feeling pretty impressed with how everything ended up considering my total dollars dropped totaled and i have three small canvases to play with display with
i remember in particular one new years day in high school when i was feeling all tragic and melancholy and generally fifteen year old girl ish
i want to feel inspired on the job
i feel reluctant to join the class trip to beijing
i feel so regretful for things i cannot remember because i was so drunk
i know this makes me a bitch and a half but i cannot help but feel a little triumphant when i see an old nemesis come into my workplace pregnant kid in tow fat husband waiting in the pickup truck rushed and clearly unhappy
i can then sit seeing a random picture of colored christmas lights and feel my heart hurt from missing him so much
i feel like i have an uncomfortable limit