Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i know what i believe and how i feel but some part of me is still hesitant because the old me would have said that anyone who believed there was a god was crazy
i feel kind of insecure here anyways back to doha
i believe is based on greed has nothing to do with how i feel about my beloved country
i feel that the leader i admired is being selfish
i watch iggy azealea strutting down a desert road in louboutins for her latest music video or rita ora stepping out for a dinner date in a red vivienne westwood gown i cant help but feel as though i would look cooler and feel more satisfied if i channeled their same sense of style
i had a feeling you were in need of a gorgeous envy
i feel utterly disgusted that they would look at me in such a way but the thing continues
i feel it is a vital sentiment that should be cherished and further nourished for every seconds of my life
i ended the episode feeling really pissed
i do believe looking good feeling food being more productive and professional making more money
i want to feel like a nurtured respected protected equal
i really dont feel very sociable in that bar anymore
i feel pretty tortured because i work a job and often the inspiration strikes while im at work
i feel deeply remorseful and regretful
i am also posting this because i am trying to work on the writing i want my students to feel passionate about
i am not able to show that directly and so i feel suffocated and irritated
i sit here sipping my pear blueberry smoothie im feeling pretty smug
i feel passionate about
ive been feeling super run down all morning and debated whether or not to leave my usual closed for business type illness post
i feel like i should be more bothered by this topic but for some reason im sor
i hate even doing this because i feel like it s rude but i must say i love the blog it came from and this is no insult to the food photography because i enjoy it
i feel beaten up worked over
i vent outrageously with tourette s like unpredictability occasionally leaving behind me a wake of hurt feelings and messy rooms and other not so nice carnage
i feel like we are a creative home truly painting while they are in there making music
i asked how does the long grass feel he said this long grass feels lovely
i feel burdened by responsibilities and pressures