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 feel anxious and off
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 leave feeling challenged and eager to study the word more not looking for the holy spirit to give me another experience or confused not just about what happend but confused about scripture
i refuse to feel guilty
four weeks ago i felt very much touched to find an asciatic patient who had asked the very morning to be tapped of the fluid
i dont work its friday and my pink toenails and i feel especially playful so play we will
i set up a consultation with a therapist last week and i went to see him today i spoke to him about my general feelings towards things and in the end he reassured me that i did not have atlephobia but instead i had social anxiety which is apparently really common
i feel to being distracted with things that take up my attention or interests that keep me from more focused times of prayer and reading his word
i know this wont make me a better person this feeling wont help me this wont make me successful
i felt better on thursday and today friday felt good enough to come into work though i still feel kind of shitty and foggy
i feel like ive got the content down i print my work and read it through
i feel like everywhere i look a piece of my sweet boy is missing
i also really hope they feel ashamed as in se asian culture public shaming ie screaming thief after someone is about as bad as stealing
i should feel awful about the nonexistence of gods
i feel so enraged that i want to punch him but i don t because he s only years old
i got a feeling however are still popular songs
i do feel like less of a person when i constantly hear family members use hateful language every time anything even remotely related to homosexuality comes up
i feel burdened by her presence
i feel sympathetic enough to call him off
i feel troubled by his hunger and his homelessness
i attribute this feeling of melancholy to the bloody
i wake up feeling like irma my handsome husband always reassures me that i am no irma and that i must take myself off head high to buy some shoes
i still feel regretful and wish i could take back every moment from hours ago
i feel like everyone who will be caring for zach in some way needs to be at least slightly educated in what is ok and what is not
i wish i could help take the pain and anguish these families must be feeling innocent children killed while in school where they should be safe
im not feeling overwhelmed by school just yet i only give that a week or so hah