Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i hated that i hurt him with my feelings i hated that i was dating somebody i didn t love i hated that i pretended lied to a friend i really treassured
i also feel that i am often a burden and in the way more than anything as a nursing student to the other nurses yet i must remember that while some may be grumpy at our presence everyone has to learn somewhere and boo friggety hoo if some medical personnel are irritated by the nursing students
i find myself when i am feeling most alone
i feel threatened i feel fear
i feel useful in the pulpit which i find ironic because i often question the efficacy of preaching
i feel my morals are being seriously assaulted and comprimised
i may have spent the last hours feeling like a tortured soul but on the other side its all sunshine and rainbows
i think im entitled to feeling a little triumphant
i legislators certainly feel they need this protection given the fact that car bombings blamed on al qaeda in iraq continue to hit iraqi cities and the parliamentary building itself was bombed in by a suicide bomber though not a vehicle bomb
ive never been particularly bothered about my age or the ageing process and while i feel slightly surprised that im nearly i dont really mind
i realized that i m feeling artistic in the extreme because the justice center has not been very kind to me lately
i feel it has damaged your relationship with tygerman and ours with each other
im feeling so contented while typing it
im not feeling too joyful about writing this blog because id rather be knitting
i am left feeling very confused and blah
i know thats not true but thats how i feel i get scared
i am unable to conclude what kind of person i consider myself i can say feeling guilty and uncertain helps me to realize some of my flaws so hopefully i can move forward in my life to think about situations and my words more thoroughly before acting
i love being around people and i naturally feed off of their energy but i feel all alone in the world
i am however caught by the feeling that i missed out on a lot of interesting conversational banter by reading dead writers write about deader writers
i feel empty inside like all my light has been drained
i feel helpless about not being able to help him in feeling better but do my best to encourage him and think positively as mom is doing
i was able to work in the studio all week though im feeling a bit gloomy about how slowly things seem to be progressing
i just feel so good inside when i see people walking away with their own handmade pieces of
i do feel has conditions it hurts deeply and it is not pleasant
i do feel alittle submissive it isnt the same
i already feel like im being tortured by not having any