Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i hurt went on and found someone more worthwhile so why when i cast my mind back to those times does it still make me feel ashamed
i feel so heartbroken and confused and just blah blah blah
im feeling the need for a cute little monogrammed one in green for mommy
i feel about strange brew
i finally fell asleep feeling angry useless and still full of anxiety
i find myself feeling passionate about
i was feeling cold and wet most of the time
i was not going to be able to sleep until i knew how it ended and mostly because of another thing which i am not even going to talk about here because it makes me angry all over again and also because i feel horribly neurotic and immature getting upset about it and so we will gloss over that bit
i could feel it so lively compared to the noisy and though dead atmosphere of the life down the hill
i will adress those issues and attempt to reason with them so they may feel less threatened and more supported and loved
i was feeling even less splendid and had nothing that needed to be done all day so i decided to baby myself
i feel so nervous about being around people being with someone
i often find my self feeling offended myself when i hear people who i believe to be otherwise brilliant people following what i consider odd superstitions and strange rituals
im a little worried because i feel the protagonist may not be likeable enough to the average person based on my focus group of one
i feel very fond of my pinky kids
i wait to hear if you feel i should find this is acceptable
i still feel horny from that little a href http blogs
im feeling the need to mellow out i find something on the ipod that suits me or when im ready to pump it up ive always got a go to tune or two to get me reved up
i hate or love or feel complacent about what i am working on
i love being an author and feel that ultimately that will be my one career but all these other jobs are fabulous experiences that bring a lot to my writing
i was thinking about a post i wrote earlier mulling over the memories it brought to the surface tossing them around in my head and began to feel this gentle tug this little nudge deep down that began to vibrate and morph into something solid
i wouldn t feel as offended as i do now because the sign would be accurate
i searched long and hard for a bad review telling me that i shouldnt buy into something i feel so apprehensive about but i only found that people loved and swore by f
i do reviews only on my personal experience please do not feel insulted or put off by my words i intend only to advise
i know it seems strange writing to you after all this time and i honestly feel appalled at my behavior as a mother
ive been reading her blog for years now and i feel like shes my most faithful reader here