Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel the need to jump through a bunch of hoops to enable myself to watch by beloved often befuddled bengals just in time for them to start losing again
i like to notify that i all the time feel my sweet heart beside me but i need to make love with a human i cant live without love the question is that is it a kind of infidelity with my passed sweety or not i feel that my sweet is a href http savingyourmarriagebeforeitstarts
i always feel like i should look cute when i vote
i feel that im fine without him
i kept my heart open and exposed while watching the news every night i would most likely never recover from the rush of helpless and hopeless feelings created by all the tragic stories
im feeling every bit the spiteful vindictive bitch i can be at times
i just had a very brief time in the beanbag and i said to anna that i feel like i have been beaten up
i try to approach this thing called nature which is something im feeling a bit envious about
i feel so insecure about my writing
i feel tranquil and content
i am in true victim style feeling shamed for being me for having ptsd for going to them in good faith and then the symptoms of my trauma showing itself
i feel so so heartbroken
i try and try to keep up with other bloggers and read whats scheduled so that my review goes up close to when everyone elses does but im tired of feeling rushed tired of the pressure that i put upon myself
im gonna make you feel just as worthless as you did a few years ago im going to make sure you remember how bad people spoke to you or treated you especially when you needed them
i wander into the depths of the markets because i m feeling curious
i felt empowered telling him how it had affected me how i had come close to suicide because of the severe distress it had caused me to continue to feel long after the unpleasant encounter where what i felt was disregarded completely
im not making some sort of music i feel useless
i dont know why im feeling so listless
im feeling at one of my calmer states over the past month which is more than pleasant
i tend to agree and so when i feel the burn i call forth for you my aching siren s song echoing through the years and dark leaves until you arrive wet with rain and anticipation
i wrong to feel so aggravated
i feel rotten and ive forgotten myself
i hope to feel a bit more creative again soon and miss its presence in my life blog
i just feel jaded about it all now
i still feel damaged
i was feeling regretful that i made contact with someone with whom i need to keep distance