Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i do feel respected where i work though
ive got a feeling that some day it is not only me who is proud of myself but my family will be too
i was feeling quite grumpy when ajmed parked the jeep in front of yet another huge rock in the early dusk
i feel these people are utterly useless in my view
i don t really feel like doing much but maybe something gentle
i feel my readership has been severely damaged to the point where it will take a very long time to build it back up
i tried to explain what my lyme and coinfections feel like i guess i could say it is a horrible painful nightmare that just won t end
im feeling a little dazed at the amount of items that i no longer use for decorations
i know it will come next week and i will sit in it relish it love it hate it and feel the hurt
i wake up this morning i can feel my legs my body is aching
i was thinking about going out to dinner but im feeling like i might not be bothered too
i hope that the next quote will be able to let my special someone knows what im feeling insecure about and understand that no matter how much i trust
i now feel almost resigned to the loss of the hopes and dreams i once had
im dealing with issues that have me feeling kind of depressed and it stormed rained all afternoon not helping things
i friends helping them to dress up and practise their thai introduction session while i sat there feeling helpless
i am fascinated with the structure and function of the brain its so incredible that everything we think and feel all our memories and emotions are created and stored in this strange convoluted structure
i was feeling so reluctant the whole day today the only thing that i feel like doing is just sticking my ass on the benches ground having heart to heart talks with my favs staring into space and nothing
i feel all of this just from her eyes not from her touch or from her words but from her eyes i know that i can assuredly return this love and know that it shall not be in vain
i am feeling incredibly generous i will allow mike to spoon for about minutes and then i start panic breathing and he gets the idea and rolls over to his side of the bed
i asked him how it felt to be under a flogger wielded by me he said it made him feel more submissive to me that he was more and more mine at least for the night
i hate being so hungry and weak that i feel stubborn and dont want to do anything productive
i know i feel personally offended by this on so many levels
i can spill my feelings to and tell every pathetic detail of my life
i am however caught by the feeling that i missed out on a lot of interesting conversational banter by reading dead writers write about deader writers
i feel like my creativity is running low like a dying battery
i started off the week feeling groggy and unwell picking up a sick note from the doctor and climbing into fresh sheets with snacks and a bottle of water to hand