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 so ugly and ashamed img src http s
i feel that he wasn t making the effort to see me i blamed it on an over active imagination
i feel uncertain about something i will act in a more positive and powerful way
i still feel like its a terrific pistol at a fantastic price
i feel like i should be hated and that everything that has happened to me is what i deserve
i cant get sleep she said irritated i am feeling cold
i listen to it a feel peaceful and happy and who couldnt use a big dose of that in their lives
i think i m also feeling restless
i feel like this never get impatient around sharp objects as it will inevitably lead to tears
i thought it might and it makes my hair feel lovely and silky
i guess how this clouds your viewing depends on how you feel about filmic content personally i dont really give a shit what a film is saying so much as the way its being said and in this case the film is simply too great to ignore but its a sour note in an otherwise delicious orgy of depravity
i feel like i still have some valuable information from that perspective
i love comments so feel free
i see a liberal women get challenged on something she says there are comments about not feeling safe and the so called intimidation they are feeling
i love to add just a little milk and when i m feeling especially naughty a splash of caramel and vanilla syrup but shhh
i also hate the feeling of forcing my values onto others not celebrating not buying others gifts for the sake of not supporting consumerism
i think there s nobody there but when i reach there i feel suspicious
i feel threatened because she attacked me in the arena
im not going to gush too much about the relationship but just know that im feeling very content these days
i want to feel like i m reading something worthwhile
i was feeling quite impatient and must have hit the ad because thats when my internet died and vista virus pro started to bother me
i try to stay with my feelings caring for them meditating with them dancing with them and sometimes writing about them
i sense and keeps catching my attention is the feeling of the beloved s love pouring out of and through me touching those i encounter in a palpably strong way
i think he was feeling playful and lonely cuz he was the only creature in the living room
i wonder if feeling complacent is a result of my laziness
i forgot my passport and i realize that my stomach was feeling funny until i went to the washroom and understand that i was actually sick