Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i set out to make a copycat version of it saturday and i feel i was pretty successful
i feel when i read your words and realize one more time just how very good of a writer you are the feeling of shared sympathies
i feel so dumb for being honest
i feel distressed music on my mind rewrite fma op
i am right after my make up done i usually don t wear foundation so i feel like i look fake in the pictures
i feel kind of petty blogging about this
i was measuring a week big and that was enough to just make me feel lousy about myself
i feel quite nervous and scared too x scared cos ill be taking the plane back to singapore on my own cos i cant stay as long as my two other friends have planned t
i feel lethargic unmotivated needy and frustrated
i feel almost embarrassed at my own contribution because its ridiculously unsophisticated and it is pretty much immune to alteration by any of the things that are happening here
i left the talk feeling nervous that we had taken the brief in the wrong sense but we were in a situation where we had already invested to much time into the project that there was no going back
i am feeling so sad right now
i started to feel uncomfortable buzzy short of breath and very mildly panicky
i guess i do feel the need to mention the realism of the just how tragic the hardship of everyday life in the mumbai slums really is
i did on weekends was sleep and feel bitter about the world
i feel pretty rotten when i cant
im not writing this for people to be like oh i feel bad for you no because i dont want them to do that and dont expect them to do that
i feel beaten and tattered and washed up and drowning and i rise up for air just for a moment just to hear a little praise and another wave or gust of wind knocks me down again
i have been going around feeling like i have roundly abused my poor tongue so ravaged by hops has it become i think it is a challenge to think of taste as a really physical sensation
i feel helpless and scared and all of these things i cant describe and i never thought of myself as a control freak but im recognizing that feeding my feelings is my way to control something in the midst of chaos
i feel like i would have liked the ending better
i know that there will be days that i am going to feel discouraged
i started feeling a little vulnerable when the giant spotlight started blinding me
i feel less assaulted by my inadequacies under grey skies on rainy days
i am feeling amazed to see what god is doing new friends who aren t only amazing but get me who don t run and hide in a dark room unless i am there and they are joining me
when i heard the news of the death of my father it was in the evening and i was alone all night in my room trying to remember the face of my father