Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i remember feeling embarrassed that not only someone recognized me but called me such a name
i feel like a doll which has been abused
i can t help but feel amazed
i feel like it has some necessity in a romantic relationship but too much can be very harmful in that context but that s not my problem
i feel like i have been faithful enough that i have proved myself and paid my dues but faith is not stagnate
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ive been feeling very very restless
i carry the usual guilt of feeling selfish and self centered if i spend time or anything on myself
i feel a bit optimistic some days
i feel shaken or angry that my husband keeps lying to me and is a sexaholic i often start to feel mad at god
i as many others are feeling helpless that we as a world can not hold the grieving parents hands especially the mothers and grandmothers of nigeria as they desperately wait for assistance to have their girls return back home safely and let their laughter ring out through their home once again
i acknowledge that i am not actually fat by definition but feeling uncomfortable in my skin
im so excited thinking that some hot man might see my sweet little pussy this makes me feel so naughty a naught little girl hehehehehe
i hope to god it is a false reading because i feel so unprotected without him
i was starting to feel alarmed
i am not feeling very clever or creative
i feel so amazed seeing chiangmai
i could go on further but i feel like i ve tortured you enough for one day
i felt i got to feel more appreciative for people
i know how that feels hermione said in a surprisingly sympathetic voice
i didn t feel amazed
i mean weve been friends for a long time and these things are not new to me but right now it feels like all i ever want to do is just roll my eyes at everything you say and tell you how obnoxious youre being
im sure shes done some writing tonight and is past that amount now but for the moment i can go to bed feeling triumphant and also happy in the knowledge that i havent given in to writing absolute and utter crap just yet and that my story is progressing nicely
i feel when i sit next to my beloved nancy
ive been experimenting with lemony cakes and after several tests i feel i must share with you the recipe for this lemon and vanilla buttermilk cake because it is utterly delicious
i feel for the author but i m also hesitant over whether or not i should comment on this subject