Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i sink into the deep sofa and feel safe surrounded by everything i have known for so long walls choc a bloc with paintings hundreds of art books to dip in and out of
i have been feeling the need to be creative
i feel doubtful even when i am struggling a bit with my faith even when times seem dark or i feel alone i know that god is with me
i find myself smiling at their feelings towards me and almost feeling affectionate towards them
i feel foolish admitting how hard this hit me
i feel a bit more inadequate in every aspect and it just breaks me down further
i did not feel frightened just frustrated that i wanted to go back to sleep but felt there were unfinished tasks i needed to attend to there wasn t other than to edit two articles on freud s dream of irma s injection which were near completion and have subsequently been posted on this blog
i was really feeling crappy even after my awesome week of workouts
i feel treasured i feel loved i feel ive done more than just pursue the craft i adore and make a living from it and more than just fulfil the only real ambition ive ever had of becoming a professional writer
i just think the media in general i just don t really get portrayed as someone who has feelings or who is sympathetic
im feeling defeated
i feel a little disheartened but i dont think i feel bad as maybe i should
i do not want her to feel ugly
i could feel myself moving slower and being generally more lethargic than our last ride on the same trail
i feel very angry but once a simple msg made me blur really blur
i feel a little suspicious
i can pick at my skin for a while and make myself feel terrible and then when i feel bad enough that i need to make myself feel better i can stop and theres the illusion of released pressure
i got a handle on the story and it actually started to get a feel and shape that i liked
im feeling like a tortured teen i decided to pile on the neon which was the shizz in my day
i feel something inside paul saying fuck it lets do this lets go for it go for broke
i tend to become a little animated when i talk about something in which i feel passionate
i feel tortured every moment and theres nowhere i can go to get away from it or to get back to what i was used to
i break down a few times feeling like a lousy mom
i can feel the beginnings of a cold so i figured i deserve a heinously hot bath
i feel like my bones broke but when i stood up i can still walk
i channel was not yet assured i get the feeling they just went from broke on this one