Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i now feel so determined to smash round and really give her something to be proud of
i have been taking alot of xanax lately and mixing meds together to feel mellow enough to deal with the world
i could not help feeling thatrupert meant to be rude to my father though his words were quite polite
i just feel its more romantic when these characters do not jump on each other on the first opportunity they get
im not a huge fan but one of my best friends in high school loved her and so many of brittneys songs remind me of a time i actually had friends so i listen to not feel so alone
i almost always feel the inside of my tire but in my rushed state i failed to do this important step
i didnt feel she was being selfish and completely understood where she was coming from
i let myself think about my behaviour towards you when we were children i feel a strange mix of guilt and admiration for your resilience
after receiving the grade on the paper mentioned in fear
i just feel so damaged hurt and in severe mental and emotional pain right now
i feel frightened by it all
i don t know about you but i m feeling pretty punished myself right about now
i had a sudden feeling of missed opportunity here i could have asked how their evening was going
i feel like im getting there i have to admit i was stunned when i realized my list my entire laundry list of here to for impossible pie in the sky dreams
i know is that i personally feel like staying in bed sleeping hours of the day never working again in my life and maybe eventually taking up hot yoga or zumba or some lame housewife esque passion
i am now feeling the onset of an unpleasant sort of tourist panic
i also feel a longing for my country and as i remember my childhood around the gunong ledang mountain i have started a series called puteri gunong ledang evoking all the legends and memories of jungle fairies that still live in my mind
i don t like orange but today i m feeling strangely sympathetic towards it
i feel hurt upset or angry about something
i do think about certain people i feel a bit disheartened about how things have turned out between them it all seems shallow and really just plain bitchy
i do give up at times when i feel there s no point in a friendship when one cant be bothered
i know its only the beginning of and im already feeling fucked
im still using blogger to follow other blogs but i like livejournals feature of enabling private posts so i can keep just one journal without feeling inhibited about writing things i dont want to publish on the net
i feel like i cant afford to be afraid to show that i am sometimes weak to allow others to see me as anything less than the strong wife and mom that i feel i am
i arrived at the monastery one week later i was feeling terrified
i try to describe my experience in words it feels like trying to shove tender little baby feet into high tops that are too small for them