Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i can t even feel outraged by it
i can go on not saying anything and feeling petty but it seems that this load is gettin heavy
i feel like everywhere i look a piece of my sweet boy is missing
i feel so disheartened at things
i feel helpless to overcome the voice that is telling me consistently and firmly that i look disgusting and huge
i may resurrect when im feeling more generous i did an all too lengthy series on a history of my celebrity crushes
i seem to see the five years after the chinese pavilion which is the content of the exhibition on immigration but to see the plateau province in this country is treated as one country so i feel very unhappy and i think this is a national tourist attraction they point then why not prudent
i really did not feel so impressed with houston when i came here last time
i feel like i want to punch him in his handsome face
i just feel so amazingly appreciative of my lj friends
i feel the need to turn to my beloved nations
i would still feel weird
i was feeling incredibly stressed out about not getting everything done not having the right clothes stuff like that
i sat there in the park friday night listening as he listed everything thatd happened for the past months that had made him feel shitty
i had my hand on my beads consciously breathing consciously working to feel calm about my list of things to accomplish that afternoon
i dont agree with this neo religious terminology or practice as i feel if one is to be faithful to a certain custom how is it believed that say a year old modification in commandment will be just as or more bona fide and sacred than its original gesture
i have a headache and feel weepy
im going to say is that i know my activities are out of balance when i start feeling burdened by something that is supposed to be fun
i feel it would be pleasant to have a cigarette there is a sort of deep rooted memory of enjoying sucking that carcenogenic smoke into my lungs but i believe that feeling of pleasantness is an illusion
i had it in the bag because i was still feeling strong
i get projects where i am stuck and i feel so foolish when i have so many questions to ask
i love the feel of his lips on mine how i feel so safe in his arms even though im older i just love how i feel and who i am when i am with him
i feel honoured to have been able to call them friends to share their brotherhood
i know just how you feel any ache pain in tummy i get frightened incase it em again
i could feel myself being pulled in as if some evil vampire wanted to suck me into the pits of hell
i tend to feel too empathtic and too remorseful and guilty even about shit i am not a part of