Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was coming back to the couch was tough but i was feeling ok about it
i cant shake the im hiding how i feel about myself beneath a fab jacket vibe and this style doesnt mesh well with most of the clothes i wear
i almost feel funny not adding a picture at the bottom of my post like denis and dave
i spent so much of my pregnancy feeling like a listless slug
ive got a cough that is deep in my chest and overall i just feel terrible
i am feeling a curious sense of relief a lightness that i never thought possible back when sex seemed to be the most desirable of desires and the ultimate act of self validation
im feeling kind of petty and selfish
i was feeling pretty overwhelmed and stressed out over the whole affair but a few minutes of straightforward logical there totally is a right answer algebra combined with overhearing some trigonometry another tutor and tutee were working on at the library calmed me right down
i couldn t feel the fake lashes at all
i don t think i could feel more idiotic if i tried
i hate feeling stupid and incompetent
i feel like this is like fake bogart said at one point in the show
i feel its a pathetic way to get sympathy
i have played a great set i feel really hesitant to ask
i spent a lot of my childhood feeling completely frightened of her but i remember a lot of good things too
i dont know why but every time i feel like i am doing someone a favor all the time i start to feel burdened and stressed by that
i feel quite photographically lethargic and drained its difficult to explain but im really happy my school semester is coming to an end
i just couldnt fall asleep feeling scared
i spent the day laughing so much i can feel my jaw aching for all the exercises and stretches it made
i feel like i cant afford to be afraid to show that i am sometimes weak to allow others to see me as anything less than the strong wife and mom that i feel i am
i was in a dark moment of my life at that precise moment so each time i read her stuff the fleeting feeling of empathy for her and her triumphs was quickly succeeded by bitterness and guilty resentment towards her
i feel like i can and have accepted that but will others
when my grandmother came to stay with us permanently as she is a very difficult person to stay with and when she started telling false stories about us to other people
i feel kinda dirty like i need to shower
i know im making a big deal out of it but i feel quite shocked that i can drive
i remember feeling equally dazed and road rollered when the twins came home and that was with the pee and poo all neatly tied up in diapers