Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i worked very hard on holding my technique when i was tired and i feel sure that it is improving
i have my lowest level class first which is definitely the most difficult to manage with the hotshot boys men then my best class very last period which leaves me feeling somewhat useful at the end of each day
i can feel the awkwardness and that weird kind of tension
i feel distracted and its sometimes hard to talk to god and that used to be second nature to me
i do think about certain people i feel a bit disheartened about how things have turned out between them it all seems shallow and really just plain bitchy
i lie in bed or is it a coffin it feels more like a coffin not altogether unpleasant just very still i push my legs together and cross my hands i try not to cry i sink downwards hoping for a prick a poke a tube of fluid a needle of
i feel mad sad and discouraged there is something so marvelous about the lord jesus something about the holy word of god that ignites my soul with hope to once again keep moving forward
id feel regretful since most of my friends didnt go aboard when they graduated or had a free summer and i actually did more travelling than most of them with my regular trips to china to visit family
i think the biggest problem is that rather than turning something like this off people feel the need to become victimized by something that has nothing to do with them and blog about it in nd rate publications and that is being generous
i am not a deep thinker and sometimes i leave feeling depressed and not inspired
i feel regretful over what happened with us
i feel homesick and miss my snobbish fluffy cat
i feel more of a sense of longing than of loss
i feel as though my own snowglobe is being shaken and im still flying through the air
when i was years old my father travelled very much for his work he passed three months away from home
i felt jealous when you i feel insecure when
i feel amazed and surprised when the exact question i am trying to ask
i stood inside the chabad sukkah watching the sunlight filter through the woven schach of the roof and feeling the gentle breeze coming through the open lattice walls i began to relax
i feel ungrateful and i know i feel ungrateful and i hate myself for feeling ungrateful hellip and yet i don t get that last bit
i find myself trying to discreetly smell his breath but then feel guilty for being so suspicious
i feel so discouraged and lose my sense of inspiration to keep going especially when i see people who do not give their best for the good of pb
i see those forms that i havent do yet i just feel very agitated
i have already said i am one of many feeling threatened and attacked by the government and media of today and have had to look outside my own small life
i don t feel that i am being punished for hidden sin in my life
i remember feeling the most terrified i had ever felt in my entire life and that its still affecting me now but ive never thought it accounted to trauma
i actually answered you pathetic fucking e mails but no thats too fucking easy just call andintrupte what was a wonderful fucking day with you trad trash what the fuck slave he felt the feeling come over him he bagan to shiver and shaken with fear