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 walk on the treadmill i feel really smug all day so it s worth it
i feel that people cannot possibly appreciate me that any compliments toward me cannot possibly be sincere or that i dont deserve compliments in the first place
i don t want to feel dissatisfied i want to feel happy and fulfilled i don t want to feel i am lacking of something or nothing at all life would be so emptied
i only know that i feel useless and it s a nasty feeling
i feel naughty a href http www
i wept with my grandparents who prayed for me by phone that i would feel gods presence to which i replied that i felt so punished
i feel angry or resentful all i need do is remind myself that each day sober has been made possible by a fellowship which supports me all the way
i feel i really wronged commodore
i began to feel curious and tried to percieve who i was beneath my pride and why i am who i am
i began to feel a bit regretful
i dont know who wrote the following little note but this is how i feel today if u r offended by the following posting then you obviously have not lived long enough to be compromised on how you act or believe
i is feeling particularly hostile shell say no red shirt today nickey
i had hoped to not feel the weakness to not be bothered by every song every joke i hear
ive been feeling weepy and sensitive today as time rolls towards the anniversary of my fathers death
i don t know i just had this gut feeling and it just really bothered me he said
i feel reluctant to sell but hey
i stop learning or if i am feeling inhibited my performance flounders
i feel kinda idiotic because i talked to the bass player shahzad ismaily when i got two shirts and i didnt say anything to him
i feel nostalgic for old books which i often reread
i just had a baby i feel crappy about myself and my husband doesn t seem to want to have sex with me as often
i could smell the chlorine feel my aching muscles see my portly mustached coach and prepubescent teammates and hear the whistles and hollers from the parents in the stands
i feel rejected so i must not measure up
i am expected to be monogamous which to me feels like i am being faithful to someone who is with someone else
im so happy that he loves my husband and feels that he doesnt need to worry about this troubled girl anymore
i feel like damaged goods because every time i start to really like someone i get hurt
i feel like i need to emphasize that because i was very impressed with the color of it