Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i suddenly feel the desire to press my face against the window and silently scream like a doomed urbanite in one of the myriad of disaster movies that always take place in new york
im starting to feel that some of them are so fake
i stopped feeling as clever as i had felt having no memory of her having done so
i was still feeling optimistic at this point
i have a bad feeling about something that should be respected
im not convinced that it all makes since because the talking never feels sincere in its execution and maybe the themes in life seem to large to ever fathom but what s the point when it already feels like an emotionless pit of self craving attention
i dont know how else to word it i miss feeling respected by a guy and being able to hold a guys hand around the mall knowing hes all mine
i ignored her minor tantrum and jumped down from the table beginning to pace again and feeling agitated
i feel romantic when i wear it under my raphael coat
i feel like when i left scad i was finally coming into my own and making work that impressed people
im feeling cool showing skin and feel like a woman should
i generally only post on this site when im feeling completely overwhelmed and i need a space to vent about the perils of law school however lately ive been laughing my way to the law library like a kind of deranged film villian oh this is far too easy
i feel really honored to be given the opportunity to tell my story
i feel there are some who still wants us together and i im being rebellious
im feeling generous enough to give the rest of my supporters ebooks too
i felt ashamed of these feelings and was scared because i knew that something wrong with me and thought i might be gay
i get the feeling they genuinely liked being out here and appreciated the place
im not feeling very loyal toward them
i feel for her i am glad that it was a starter that allowed us to interact and be what we are today
i just havent been taking much action in my life rather leaving it at status quo probably not a good idea but i feel that things exist at such a delicate balance that i am afraid if i lunge for what i want the whole thing will crumble and i will be worse off than before
i know when i have had a crappy day and didn t feel productive i feel lousy and sleepy in the evening
i dun answer him i feel very impolite but if i do answer him he will talks to u i dunno wat to do
i don t always feel quite as graceful but that s a story for another time
i love the smell it makes me feel invigorated and fresh and happy
i feel id be passionate to invest my time into not to mention i enjoy writing as it is
i only feel frightened and these are such small things