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 like im in this weird in between stage
i feel as if im in some strange catholic vortex
i feel burdened by my own expectations
ive had little movie star tears come down but the way i feel is not relieved by that
i feel like there is too much suffering for those of us in christ jesus
i am not sure if anyone at all can understand how i feel toward them but i almost feel like one of those troubled teens they often have on maury
i feel the self pressured expectation to keep up to date with our family events so in order to assuage the guilt here we go
i feel to have the honor to be this precious little girls mother
id never do but i woke feeling stressed
i must feel loving toward everyone
i have had since july st i am feeling shaken knowing i will be homeless in two months and as close to a home that i have is gone
i didn t even feel cranky about it
i didnt feel passionate about most of the posts
i think from being sick all last week i just got into a rut and once i feel low like that it is so hard to get back into a routine
i feel like i can trust them though seeing how they can understand how other women can be bitchy and neither of us want to deal with that shit
i feel super reassured or that until i move on from this
im feeling the way shes not caring for me the way she used to
i almost always feel fantastic after i exercise so i recommend doing it every day if you can
i sometimes feel nostalgic happy restless angry all at the same time
i am tied down to my thoughts in class as in life i cant perform i feel ashamed and afraid to be in myself
i feel so weird that it feels like i wanna curse everything and bang my head onto the wall so that my world will be back to its focus
i feel like when ever i start to feel happy for a consistent amount of time it all has to end
there was a cat on the street it had been run over and its head was open we passed beside it
i ate feeling hateful towards myself because of a number
i feel honoured that my art is in someone s home and is being enjoyed on a daily basis
i feel like they might be engineering hostile situations by which i mean wars and missile testing and dropping spy planes out of the sky and all the rest because overwhelmingly they have y chromosomes and because they are bored