Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i rarely consider the garments i m going to put on every day for the reason that i feel self assured that no matter what i put on my body could make these clothes look excellent
i think he is the next best because i see a lot of level and s lol i m not looking down on them nor am i feeling glad that they got bad results because then i would stand out why should i anyway
i do this if i allow myself to sit in this cycle today i will cause a nasty big blow up fight in public and i will feel humiliated and proven right that i am an unstable bad person
ill feel uncomfortable although i always heard people or friends around calling their loved one honey babe my angel darling peaches pickle gt
i finally realise the feeling of being hated and its after effects are so big
i do feel weird making an exact replica of someone else work
im not sure if anyone else will feel these but i was pleasantly surprised by my read of the first and second book
i love this little boy and sometimes i feel how inadequate i am as a parent to him
i left the hospital that night feeling helpless
i tend to have a discomforting feeling or maybe get disturbed but that sense of emotion only plays out the way the book is being interpreted
i struggle to lick my lips and at least ease some of the dry cracked feeling but end up just getting an unwelcome taste of the mask tied over my face
i try not to feel defeated rather i strive to continue to try to create quilts that fully express my vision
i feel myself slowly not caring about living up to other peoples standards when it comes to aesthetics and how i present myself
i already feel like im being tortured by not having any
i really can carry a grudge for a long time against those i feel have wronged or hurt me in someway whether they are aware of it or not
i cannot describe how happy i feel an emotional may sophat a year old patient from kandal said in the recovery room
i hope to always remain grateful even when feeling a little unsure about my endeavors
ive reserved the right to feel all stubborn and powerless about it
i guess she has opened up and known him longer but i cant help feeling a little ignored
i was feeling somewhat shaky and i know that i was experiencing the onset of the infamous bonk
i understand how unbearable it is to feel like worthless shit all of the time
i feel so incredibly hopeless about losing weight
i still love my so and wish the best for him i can no longer tolerate the effect that bm has on our lives and the fact that is has turned my so into a bitter angry person who is not always particularly kind to the people around him when he is feeling stressed
i talk to dogs as i feel they cannot understand words but they can read emotions and know how to be supportive i decided i should go home
i feel my blog is getting a bit bombarded with beauty posts and i feel im boring you all what dya think
i feel really overwhelmed with mine