Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i have to force myself to do it because i am a missionary haha i feel like my personality isn t the perfect one for being a missionary
i guarantee that if im dizzy or feeling like im going to vomit for months i am not going to be a very pleasant person
i feel shitty as fuck
i couldnt help feeling a little envious of what treats the body power people might have in store for them demonstrations of super strength perfect specimens glistening with accentuating oil exercise gear to be seen in
i didn t feel like she was shy so much as taking it all in as her mother has described her
i wish i would feel blessed all the time and remember what i do have but for some reason it wears on me all the time and so i need that reminder through the year
i feel absolutely no longing for the patch of dirt which some dead stranger related to me by blood happened to have been birthed on
i feel unsure or scared i talk
i feel confused after that
i feel im not bothered by that
i am feeling uncertain and insecure and fearful
i feel like he deserves to be hated and i want him to know exactly how much i do
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i just wanted to write this post because i m sure like myself there are many of us struggling with the same problem feeling deprived and isolated on such a restricted program but i hope you realize that you are doing it to yourself and you don t have to feel that way at all
i do feel my beloved husbands spirit more and more strongly an indication to me that another breakthrough is imminent
i started to feel apprehensive about it
i just feel he was another dumb character that deserved to get killed
i pleading to people and feeling distraught that they dont hear
when an alcoholic stood dribbling over a food counter
i don t feel too troubled over work anymore getting used to the movement of the day
i feel defeated knowing that i cant be like them and that it is because of myself and the things that i have felt that i cant attain great success like them
i watch her silently feeling dazed from my memory loss
i have seen you fall asleep climbing back into bed before you were even horizontal and now i am awake and my neck is cramped and i am feeling hostile and cheated
i feel for loving you
i get really frustrated whenever i talk with them i also feel compassionate toward them because they believe so passionately in things that are just dead wrong and frankly dont make sense
i feel distanced from her and ever so unimportant shh but bah