Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel groggy and disoriented
i told myself that i was feeling lethargic and tired that i had other things to do like wasting time on facebook that i needed to eat blah blah blah
ive turned it on a bit but its feeling very casual
i feel free to create the definition of what i believe in rather than following a prescribed path
i feel grumpy i m going to dig out my xl mens pajama s grab a bar of chocolate put my favorite chick flick in the dvd player and treat myself not like a failure of some kind but like a person who is feeling grumpy who maybe just needs some time to herself
i just like spoiler cuts they make me feel simultaneously badass and considerate
i can find and plan to do something with them as i feel the landscape of the aftermath is vital to this genre s appeal
i know this isnt real but it feels strange to me at times
i hold space for these feelings the anger the jealousy sadness and despair the longing i can relate to those feelings but not have them devour me
i wake up in the morning and have my voice and my throat feels ok but by the afternoon its all scratchy again and i sound like marge simpson until the night when its so bad and my throat is so sore i just have to whisper
i feel honored that you accept my invitation
im feeling more hopeful today than i did yesterday
i feel their exuberance upon being accepted and i feel their pain upon being rejected
i always feel privileged to see a jay
i want to feel amazed a little more often
i write i feel a little dissatisfied
i began training in january or at least mentally preparing myself to train and can remember specifically feeling apprehensive about the running a spring marathon
i feel so privileged to be part of this and in my own way keep some of the traditional skills alive of course with a little ballistic owl magic
i feel treasured
i tell people it feels like i am trying to convince people i am innocent but no one believes me
i were any sort of poet i am convinced i would be sucked in to the romantic literary style and simply write for days about the turning of the leaves the feeling of the cool wind with the warm sun
im just feeling so fucked up nothing can cheer me up
im years old and i must admit that it has made me feel uncomfortable
i don t feel a lack of respect or love in the space just harder partying than i am personally comfortable with
i can offer is that i felt like reggie must feel a kind of carefree power except unlike her expansive drive it didn t last more than a second
i feel we would be a far better species