Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im about to go look for him again when i start to feel calm and think that his phone probably died
i also like to listen to jazz whilst painting it makes me feel more artistic and ambitious actually look to the rainbow
i still feel this numb feeling after an hour or so
i used to wake up feeling horny sometimes and have to finish myself off before i got up
i may give up much sooner than my days if i feel like im gonna die but ive been curious for a while
i was creating a relationship to counter a self accepted and allowed self definition of being inferior to them which means i was feeling lousy thinking i was less than because i was not being in the limelight of praise of gain
ive never been the mother of a teenage girl before but i sure as hell have been one and this little episode would have left me at feeling ugly and crappy and humiliated
i have times when i feel insecure
i got contact lenses the other day and am trying to get used to them i feel like my face looks really weird without glasses and its so strange when i see myself from a distance
i noticed myself feeling victimized resentful fearful ripped off crazy my body reacted with sensations of tension and chaos
i had envisioned and intended im just feeling unsure whether i got that vision and intention right
i felt myself shrinking and feeling horrible about myself
i can t say it s made me feel any less depressed anxious but mingled in with the depression is a certainty that i can get to the other side if i keep putting one foot in front of the other
i am having my usual october where things are drastically in flux where i am feeling melancholy at best and where god is asking me to step off the cliff and have faith he will provide
i feel like i am being obnoxious by posting every three seconds
i feel he should have been punished
i know the playwright robert reid socially and i feel a bit weird being so critical of work by someone im kinda sorta friends with
i woke up yesterday morning wondering if i had hurt my mommys feelings and just had this horrible feeling in my stomach and horrible chest pains
i feel hated betrayed paranoid childish and hurt
i feel unwelcome or uncomfortable oh except for that time i pulled the doorknob right out of the cloest door
i feel pressured to come up with something else funny to write about
i suppose we had these moments of feeling vulnerable together and we laughed a lot and i felt very alive
i really like it a lot and think its a great fit for me and i love talking to the patients and trying to help them feel less nervous or at least that someone cares about them for a few minutes
i can stop feeling discouraged or full of self pity when another wave crashes down on us
i try to speak up stand up for myself or simply try to insert myself into a conversation i feel selfish like an attention whore
im back to watching running man and i love it i got back the feeling of why i loved running man