Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: when i saw a man hitting a child of years without any consideration
i feel your pulse against my lips as i chase the dragon suck your lips and is your heart and tongue wish begging for my part and fingers translate your sorrow as you reach inside my soul angered in my breath of mercy the story will no unfold
i feel hesitant and uncertain sometimes
i somehow feel more insecure than ever about explaining my research
i may trust my partner to look after me and my needs and those of our relationship i feel threatened because they arent in control of the situation and obviously neither am i
i am already feeling very much lousy i seriously do not need anyone to give me comments
i feel so sorry for the people affected
i feel pretty honored to be around some really great moms and women
i was tired sore and didnt really feel like makin the mile trip to church i was ecstatic to be there and enjoyed every minute of it
i feel instantly glamorous just pulling it out of my handbag and sachaying it about for all to see
i did wake up feeling pretty energetic so thats a positive anyway
i mean i m feeling pretty good but why ask for trouble you know what i mean
i get the feeling hes pretty proud of his work
i feel like im just on the edge in this microcosm one more awkward moment or missed party and id be on the outside
i use a small p size amount or p if im feeling generous and massage the milk into my skin in little sections and if i feel an area needs more then i can apply more
i feel unwelcome in my own country
i watch this clip every time i feel a bit miserable and need a laugh
i made you feel unimportant yet you never stopped to think how your actions and words were affecting me
i quit my job in financial services feeling disheartened and disillusioned and i took a complete u turn in my career returning to university and studying something very different from what id been doing in my job
i feel so lucky that my mom is alive and i get to talk to her daily and
i feel that i don t have anything to contribute to the conversation about books and that my writing is boring shallow bunk
i went crazy non stop dancing at rouge with her only because the live band was very good i was feeling very troubled and wanted to dance my problems away
im putting my books in a stack and wondering when ill stop feeling so sad about the passing of ray bradbury
i feel like this leads me to be not as gentle and kind as i should be
i wonder sometimes how it must feel to be rich
i remember feeling excited about that particular day because i considered myself a grown up and woop