Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im not sure theyre right to feel triumphant but they certainly got a lot of comfort from the way the arguments went
i guess im just really feeling the heat lately and sweet baby rays buffalo sauce brings it baby
i can feel something unfortunate taking place though out here and in new york
i admire makes me feel amazed at my life
i am feeling incredibly restless
i feel foolish
i feel i am a heartless cold bitch
i spent my days crying with the newborn throwing him in the carseat running kids everywhere dealing with a naughty toddler getting little sleep and generally feeling crappy
i wouldn t feel submissive which has it s place but not in the work environment
i cant get traction and start feeling tortured by time as my friend denise puts it
i feel really wimpy saying it but
ive been feeling so jaded
i had been feeling lousy but feeling a little more normal brought so many small things into focus and everything seemed wonderful
i see newborn pictures though especially the kind taken in the hospital i mostly feel acutely sympathetic to the exhausted people holding these tiny swaddled and red faced confusing beasts
i am so jealous im always jealous when he has fun without me and i fucking hate it i feel pathetic
i am just feeling cranky and blue
i can recall feelings of the time we were in coolum whilst laying in my own bed the other day and it s funny how he s calling me and we are speaking everyday now
i wish to feel your tender bites
i just feel that the roster looks messy with characters on there from to new members it might look as though we cant be bothered to housekeep it and there is a risk albeit very small that we might get an ebayed toon turning up in guild on an old members toon
i have a reminder of the joy and peace i feel in his arms i am tortured
i feel extremely lost right now
i have essentially at least in my mind solved these design problems i just don t fucking feel like working them out in all their iterations i just feel like i can t be bothered leave that shit to the junior designers
i feel selfish and self indulgent
i feel a strange sense of foreboding
i can feel dazed by all those choices so much so i find myself standing still in front of that blank page unable to make a move
i was feeling mad about the dress and mad at myself for being mad about the dress