Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im feeling quite optimistic but im still keeping my fingers crossed
i woke up feeling artistic ish
i need to do the best i possibly can do and even when i get out at i feel too listless to study like right now
i still feel devastated
i feel the touch of your sweet hand
im feeling that longing urge to create something again
im feeling selfish enough to start this lovely scarf for myself
i no longer have that angst inside me the kind of yelping passion and feeling of being wronged or what have you that drove my initial connection to emo
i feel my morals are being seriously assaulted and comprimised
i have talked about it too much i feel here is a video if you are curious
i didnt know what to feel except ashamed of myself for not feeling sorrow
i feel like i only get mad if i think someones doing something thats really unjust
i can assume they are not feeling the cold like i am their water is not frozen they have plenty of feed though they eschew this in favor of foraging and scratch
i visit m ller in my country and go to the expensive make up stands the sales assistants are always standing right next to me and looking at me like im going to steal something so i feel really uncomfortable shopping there
i know that feeling myself the strange sense of serendipity where minds collide between pages
i feel violent and crazy and i feel myself slowly losing patience
i am feeling overwhelmed i dont feel hopeless to often but i do cycle through frustration anxiety and sometimes anger that i have to go through this
im so afraid that im bipolar because that feels too much like being like that kids i hated in th grade the kids who nearly drove me to suicide for the first time in my life
i didnt use to feel embarrassed walking by people in it at the pool
i feel anxious for myself moment of truth i feel rather like a tiger in a cage when it comes to testing
i feel overwhelmed or a little blue usually around that time of the month but i manage those feelings well
i feel vain when reporting everyday happenings in my life
i feel remorseful for not making the most with them
i feel repressed enough as it is and these sorts of repressive measures and guidelines only succeed in making me want to have more sex and partaking of the revelry that comes with being a dirty slut
i have succumbed to the dreaded commuter virus and feel altogether a little bit rotten
i feel the skeptical looks and eye rolls when we say we need a bigger house after all we re dinks double income no kids which is prettymuch the most awesome acronym ever