Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i remember feeling very very disturbed by the images
i just wanted the dark of night to swallow me up into the depth of sleep similar to a coma so as not to feel and endure the suffering deep within
i feel entirely free to express the way i feel about surroundings my life and the myriad of experiences that continue to make me who i am
i get the feeling that nellie is satisfied that the phone rang happy that leslie is out of the room now
i went on to the holiday party that evening courtesy of another journalism sibling whom i call my big bro feeling a little unsure on why i was really attending
i always feel like i should look cute when i vote
i feel angered because it makes me feel like somewhat of a liar
i feel there is going to be a sequel and i would have liked to have had the closure of this book ending
i hate that feeling when im about to do something then i get scared and almost turn around and walk away
i feel when i just out from my dorm and began to breath a pleased liberty
i left feeling triumphant that i had taken the challenge on and saved money
i empathize with the feeling of being dissatisfied not where i want to be but no i dont feel that way
i feel rather superior but not in this case
i have been so busy i feel like i have free time at home
i feel that casual fridays are essential to companies that can manage to work it in to their mantra
i tackle political ideas only when something makes me feel angry and even then it is often personal
i have no i am super to think but the small pistil says she has been feeling i am very kind very brave have manliness so much is a href http www
i felt so sick watching and feeling helpless
i feel jolly
i feel that with all the talented players that we currently have especially with most of them being rested for the next game and the experience that our players bring to the game we have the ability to go further than we ever have
i feel like a little kid whose mom is proud that they touched the soccer ball once during the game
i feel assaulted the new kid whined
i cant help but feel a bi jealous of their professional organization good support system and comfortable living situation
i feel so overwhelmed my heart beats hard i m going as fast as i can and when my husband calls to see how i m doing i crack
i have here is that whilst in one turn ill want people to make me feel better but on the other i dont want to have to think about it at all
i have to push back the repressed expressions of a child of split marriage and say to myself no you had your chance its too late now to feel enraged by your situation but all i wanna do is yell at the top of my lungs fuck you this aint my fucking problem so dont make it that way