Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i dont want to deny what i feel my body aching for
i feel hurt and i decide not to say that i am hurt but instead make up a story that takes the other person off the hook for being rude mean or unkind to me
i love this service because it is easy to use set up amp because i feel like by using the service im supporting a small company which we all know i love to do
i feel like im in such a strange place in life no one to take care of and no one who cares
i feel like i ve been neglecting my beloved mom blog
i feel pretty virtuous about it actually
i feel that if i met the author that we would get along because the writing seemed more friendly than formal
i feel eager to begin and excited at the prospect of the personal growth and deepening of my relationship with christ which i expect to see over the course of the next days
i would already begin to feel calm again and think that the one drink worked
i embrace the joy of others and encourage people to read this blog only if they feel somehow enriched or entertained by it
i was cleaning up the place and about minutes in i started feeling paranoid and what i can only assume is the beginning of a psychotic episode
i feel we should not be threatened by the idea of caring and should care far more often
i for one sit and stare at a blank computer screen for a while scratch my head a few times drink a couple pots of coffee and then feel triumphant once i write my first sentence and that first sentence usually consists of a poop joke
i am just waking up with not nearly enough sleep and feeling dazed
i feel better i dont for a little bit
i dropped back to sleep for an hour or two and had very realistic peculiar dreams which are now stuck in my head making me feel a bit dazed
id recommend using it before washing with a shower gel the oil does leave a residue behind which does feel lovely but its not particularly practical and also has a brownish tint to it
i was just happy to feel welcomed and not creepy
i fall asleep these days feeling as if the day has been worthwhile
i am feeling very virtuous today
id like to be less afraid to say how i really feel less afraid to travel
i have written i feel suddenly hesitant to post it
i know sweetie turning in a month but you re still years old it s hard to comprehend what s going on except that the feeling isn t pleasant
i remember feeling loved and beautiful and special and sweaty to be honest
i have the best conversations and the best time together unlike any ive had before but i feel like being totally in love with him does no good when he could care less about some stupid sophomore
i feel so terrified to tell her