Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel comfortable enough doing presentations in front of professors and students i am a performer so its somewhat like the same thing most of my experiences back in grade school were hard when it came to presenting because i wasnt into it or got made fun of
im so tired and heavy all the time its a familiar feeling though not a pleasant one
i didnt feel the need to eat my beloved cheese and while i had a few set backs ive learnt to deal with it now
i came up with the following i m drawing a blank as to what this is called to help me when i am feeling fearful or attacked
i cant help but feel so burdened
i feel that perhaps an opportunity was missed to look a little closer at the individual stories of the indigo tribe in their offline state it s easy to see that with the hal sinestro antics and the william hand side plot oh
i feel lame for pretty much only using my phone to take pictures like always now
once i was caught by thugs aged between
i usually feel suspicious and guilty about this considering how little i do during my work day
i can understand feeling uncertain about the abc link
i can feel this really effecting my attitude toward her i feel bitter and angry
i can really decode but im sorry i have to vomit my feelings out because i am so cranky and everything is getting on my nerves
i feel that i ll be doomed to long pants and ugly shoes for the rest of my life and i m not even yet
i remember feeling embarrassed that not only someone recognized me but called me such a name
i hate asking myself why i feel so reluctant when he tries to kiss me
i dont mean that id like to chicken out but i am feeling more insecure about myself and maybe doubting the fact that i should be able to run km tomorrow
i out of all people really dont have many proplems talking about how i feel that being said i am in love so after all i have bitched about the last months was in vain
i feel really sad that my own girlfriend cannot even open up to me or communicate with me
i feel like a paranoid annoyance when in reality she wouldve talked to anyone that way
i started to feel discouraged at the thought of being there more than one day
i truly feel but its somehow not enough for me to hate him or to get mad
i feel like in order to live a compassionate life this is an essential piece of the puzzle for me
i feel so idiotic for letting you and myself call us best friends
i was driving back i was having a moment of missing new orleans and feeling really sad when it just hit me that i was able to go visit them for the night on a whim and i felt such a peace
im expecting good things from confessions of a wedding planner i have a feeling some stories about bridezillas and naughty grooms are likely to feature what do you think
i have a reminder of the joy and peace i feel in his arms i am tortured