Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i woke up this morning wanting to cry and the feeling hasnt been shaken yet
i feel like i need to be some tortured soul in order to create words or whatever
i suppose its fairly normal to feel doomed when life is all shit around you
i am feeling quite well this morning
ive been feeling kind of bitchy lately
i have a few prayer requests if you want to the add your own to the list feel free
i refuse to feel guilty
i adore who watches my gift list and when he knows im feeling unloved he surprises me like this
i plot that makes the reader feel like he is with owen morgan during his dangerous undertaking
i didnt feel so hot
i go to school feeling miserable but end up laughing for some reason is weird
i thought about my own depression about the negative thoughts ive had lately and how i can intervene in those thoughts to help myself not feel so depressed
i feel so useless and stupid
i feel in retrospect if i have the ability to think back that all this history stuff and the miles upon miles of newsprint that has carried my feature articles impressed and impacted the readership the way it was intended
i feel defective because i can t
i was feeling melancholy on a cloudy rainy lonely easter sunday
i feel like she was bitter towards people who were in upper class just because they were in upper class
i passed an exam that i was absolutely certain that i had failed
i can feel but i cant touch you said my love was a bit too much i wont deny it broke my heart cant find no crush so why dont you come on back home
i feel angry and i feel sad
i am feeling just so relieved right now
i witness what i feel helpless to change i take up my arms my heart and my pen and i write
i worry theyll feel rejected or take my chosen plans as an insult
i feel kind of talented right now lol hmmm
i feel a bit naughty too for making it all public but then i remembered when i was made to feel like shit and had my confidence stripped
i remember wandering down a back road with my father sitting on my throne watching the trees whiz by feeling the rumble of our bike beneath us like a contented giant cat