Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i plan to volunteer for red cross helping immigrants and refugees to feel welcomed and accepted in our local community
ive always felt like ill finish my masters i was raised and told that its really important to finish university and i kinda feel like im intelligent enough to really finish it see my pride
i feel ashamed of my lack of empathy at times
i cant help it because of the way i feel around my family like pairs of eyes boring into my back and just observing me all the time
i feel that my generosity is abused when you steal after visiting my home
im feeling uncharacteristically gloomy
i feel a little hopeless sometimes
i came to a theory whereby even if you feel that you do not want to hear the truth in the end you would have to face it for my case i had to read it which was a remorseful feeling for me
i remembered feeling unwelcome feeling like nobody wanted me there and the feeling was terribly familiar
i feel about one of my most beloved songs of all time
i feel so paranoid and im really gonna cut down the hours and frequencies of me wearing contact lenses
i wake up and i open up my eyes i feel an aching in my heart that s when i realize
i also like to knit but dont do it as intensely as when i was nowadays i mostly knit socks which gives me the feeling that watching tv isnt that useless because i can knit while watching a film or series
i am overly passionate but i love music for how it makes me feel i connect with the songs and the artists and i am amazed and truly in awe of those that can write a song that touches me
i feel so unimportant to you now its not even fucking funny
i start feeling myself getting overwhelmed or frustrated i have tried to open up more about it instead of pushing it down deep slapping on a fake smile and waiting until i boil over
i remember looking out car windows as i was passengered around those first few months and feeling vaguely surprised as i was already deep in shock at how different things looked
i feel ugly i look ugly
i have agonised over writing a review for this book my words just dont seem to flow i feel somehow inadequate for this task
i was working at a certain place and everyday after work dad would come to pick me up one day he did not come
i am not strong that i feel scared lonely lost and confused
i just feel so disgusted with myself
i feel deeply disappointed
i began to feel woeful as i stared into the abyss of goal less task less list less ness but luckily huda came to the rescue with in
i didnt feel as isolated from the world as i did during last years holidays
ive tried and tried and every single person i hang out with i just feel like everything about it is fake