Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i wind up feeling like the butt end of some divine comedy and somewhere in the universe the muses are all having a good laugh at my expense
i woke up on saturday feeling so glad it was saturday and that the work week was behind me
i slow a bit to stay with him partly because i am feeling like if i start to win he will just give up and partly because i am afraid that if i push it he will kill himself trying to stay with me
i feel surprised and disturbed actually
we had come back from a programme and we were all three girls staying over at another girls placce one of them started passing very nasty and outright bitchy remarks at me it was brought on by a male colleagues compliments to me
i feel so empty idk i came home early from school
i am by no means very claustrophobic when crunched up like that i can t help but feel a little agitated
i feel bothered at the fact that some of us have been given so many chances but i don t see the least bit of appreciation and utter gratefulness downright from their souls
i feel suspicious of innanimate objects and as though my house is actually the set of a play or a movie or some kind of model of itself and how did i come to be here and why is that carpet looking up at me like that
i don t know about you but that feeling of powerlessness of not being in control sends me in a mad tizzy for the haagen dazs
i think i might be lacking in judgment about what matters and what doesnt but why do i feel like this is just going to go away in the most unfortunate regretful way possible
i cant give you an exact reason but the book left me feeling discouraged while the movie is uplifting
i feel so bitchy talking about myself this way ahaha i sound less retarded telling this story in person i swear and said if i were a boy i would fall in love with you
i have been feeling pretty crappy
i feel quite naughty but the
i put weight on it with my leg bent like when i get out of the car i feel a dull pain in my knee
i brush it to the side or tuck it behind my ear only to feel a few rebellious strands escape and tickle my cheeks and my lips i realize im not the one in control
i feel incredibly isolated and lonely
i wont feel regretful
i feel intimidated by your question
im feeling a combination of terrified and relieved
i feel i was wronged
i still feel dissatisfied
i feel hopeless and i realize i have met none of those goals
i can run i can dress up in public for fun and i can be the center of attention without feeling humiliated
i am still feeling a little remorseful that we didnt just break down and buy it