Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i just cant seem to hold myself back when it comes to feeling i wish i could be heartless if just to keep the pain away sigh whatever here i am being fucking emo all over my live journal
i keep feeling so disgusted with myself
i di spazzola prima di andare a dormire one hundred strokes of the brush before bed though she didnt support the film because she feels that its not loyal to her novel
i feel fine read the rest
i feel a little funny discussing the realness of a portrayal of a condition ive never experienced
i read that men would rather feel unloved than inadequate or disrespected
i find myself seeking and yearning for love and acceptance from people that can not provide it and then being disappointed when i am alone and feeling unloved and unworthy
im saying i feel fake
i am feeling increasingly hopeful
ive been waking up and automatically thinking in portugu s also lately and it feels fantastic
im wrestling with the inclination to not go to school today but after reading jamies status on facebook now i feel shamed into going
i cant describe how im feeling without giving it away but in a way im feeling a bit heartbroken but definitely touched
i am wondering if i am feeling brave enough to make them for gifts
i dont know where and when i can feel the thrill and im scared that im going to miss it
i was trying to be a friend to him so that he wouldnt feel rejected by me
i am so very tired and feeling overwhelmed with my everyday responsibilities which brings me to the point of this post
i cannot see and help me to feel more confident that my god is exactly who he says he is and that i can trust him
i remember feeling equally dazed and road rollered when the twins came home and that was with the pee and poo all neatly tied up in diapers
i feel so hated by the man that is suppous to love me forever and ever
im still feeling a bit stunned by an experience i had tonight while watching a movie
i feel like i enter his class petrified that im going to do or say something that will make him think less of me
i listen to the hurricane rain outside the window i feel a little melancholy
i feel the cool edge of the barrel against my head
i didnt used to feel so defective when younger yet i did sometimes
i really did not feel so impressed with houston when i came here last time
i feel i hated you despised you yet you can make me happy even when i was sad in a matter of minutes