Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i already can imagine and feel so excited if im in his shoe
i feel appreciative of everything
i feel dismayed at how many people get stuck on a do it yourself salvation mentality
i have been crying a lot and feeling kind of depressed
i am supposed to feel doubtful but i still think i forget sometimes how amazing it is that i am living in this city and that i get to work with such inspiring young women at my internship
i am feeling a bit overwhelmed here
i still feel very amorous
i feel a little disheartened
i feel grouchy now the football fans have woken me up from the customary sunday siesta
i feel a bit rude writing to an elderly gentleman to ask for gifts because i feel a bit greedy but what is christmas about if not mild greed
i repeat over and over in my life in which i try to take control in my life but it when it doesn t work i feel afraid that i have no control
i dont have a god to turn to doesnt mean i dont feel offended by that
i hate being so hungry and weak that i feel stubborn and dont want to do anything productive
i think we often feel this way about planting ourselves where we are deeply terrified that if we go too deep into the ground it will be hard to get out again
i feel like im taking up some more needy persons place in the er
i don t feel agitated some part of me thinks that i ve finally managed to keep my emotions in check
i sat feeling helpless like a moment from an episode of the walking dead
i feel like im supporting myself and doing ok on my own and i am hesitant to include anyone new in the equation at least romantically
i feel dirty and ashamed for saying that
i just stayed there letting myself feel a little melancholy
ive planned and there are still days when i feel stressed to the point of tears and helpless but the good far outweighs the bad and i can honestly say that im happy in this moment
i feel frustrated sometimes with my mac lipsticks when i have to read names or open each of them to select shade
i feel so sorry for californians
i learned the silent crushing pain of not being wanted and feeling i was unloved
i feel as if im a doomed to fail b setting myself up to think that im doomed to fail
i feel afraid to write because there are so many thoughts that need to come out