Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i wear this story as a protection from feeling the vulnerability of merely loving and depending on another human
i am feeling like a delicate wee flower and have given myself permission to lay around drinking tea and eating cream buns and reveling in my passion for poetry
i do have good days and bad days but the bad days are awful resulting in constant trips to the bathroom a lot of pain bloat and discomfort lots of blood and just feeling completely exhausted and rundown
i didnt feel like i was respected
i had a quarrel with my parents i was convinced to be right
i have to say i feel slightly envious of julian
i dont know what crazy girl i think her name was katja does for a living i feel like she should just do what i do in real life and be some sort of disheartened disallusioned clerk
im feeling every bit the spiteful vindictive bitch i can be at times
i feel he just broke up with his girlfriend
i can feel like crap and be safe
i feel like this is a dirty confession
i just want someone i can feel safe around isnt gunna make me as questions or what me to explain myself about things all the time a guy that understands and gets me
i feel afraid but i have learned to allow myself to be afraid
im feeling sad so i can remind myself of how i am talented and good at things and also see things that inspire me all in once place
i feel like these lenses look so cute
im feeling quite sad and sorry for myself but ill snap out of it soon
i feel a little dull
i just know to begin with i am going to feel shy about it
i am feeling manipulkated and wronged by my son and its as though he is lucy and i am charlie brown
i don t recall ever feeling carefree
i think for myself i feel everyone is greedy but in their own little ways whether that is going for the good or bad way thats another issue because usually you link both together but right now im trying to separate both issue separately so we can see the sole topic more cleary
i subconsciously feel a little bashful at the display of nakedness in front of me while watching the maid wipe windows on the outside of the room actually its just her shadow behind the drawn curtains
i feel like she shouldnt have blamed him for it but she did and she never forgave him
i feel resentful that it hurts so much but i m also grateful she said for what i can do including disco swimming and even taking the stairs
i feel very regretful i wasn t able to finish what i set out to do data url http www
i want be there when she passed away or when she was not feeling good and same with my brother and other grandparents