Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i watch her gather her little blocks and tuck them under her belly like a little red hen coo and cuddle her soft baby doll and look with interest at other babies i can t help but feel thrilled that she s our firstborn
i feel like ive got the content down i print my work and read it through
i am used to being let down and feeling rejected by guys
im feeling deeply overwhelmed by these ordinary tasks
i feel like i am being one person whom his life will be very miserable and not doing the best
i need to do the best i possibly can do and even when i get out at i feel too listless to study like right now
i don t feel that i am being punished for hidden sin in my life
i was beginning to feel anxious about it and i asked him to help me out
i also cant sleep because all my life feels totally totally fucked and it makes no sense at all on one level i am sober and therefore all should be well but i have been living in so much self centered self willed thought and action and iam in such a world of pain right now
i didnt used to feel so defective when younger yet i did sometimes
i feel envious that they can keep their posts regular and interesting and wish that i could feel this way to
i was a little teary and feeling a little sorry for myself
ive fallen asleep embracing a person but never a book and we both woke up this morning feeling kind of awkward about it
i think i confuse my feelings of longing with feeling good
i feel selfish for it
i feel lethargic and i find no more reason to move not even a full bladder threatening to burst
i feel pretty shitty and it s not my fault other people don t appreciate what i do but still i can t help feeling as if i deserve it
i also feel so awful feeling this way
i was feeling particularly beaten up by istanbul and homesickish i passed a burger king and the door opened and the smell hit me full in the face and suddenly i was in snowpea my white nissan stanza in the drive thru of the burger king on rt
i believe a publisher editor should bless his products with as light a hand as is possible and i feel that having my artwork on any of my chapbooks would strike one as being a little self aggrandisement and vain
i begin to feel burdened by things amp long to be empty again
i had a pretty trying adolescence and any time im put into a situation where im made to feel inadequate it makes me revert right back into the shy awkward teenager with low self esteem that i was in high school
i feel so miserable i wish i were dead
i got upset when i feel that the only person whos uptight on chatting is just me
i feel so mush freeer and less repressed
i feel like damaged goods because every time i start to really like someone i get hurt