Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im unsure if the color suits me ive become so used to either only wearing either nude brown berry or dark lip colors that i feel insecure wearing anything light
i cant stop talking even though im already feel weird uncomfortable feeling swarming me but still my mouth keeps saying unnecessary word
i feel like i am being punished for the choices i made in the past
i am feeling convinced by the argument extended once by bal thackerey of not allowing pakistan to play on indian soil till they show by thought action and creed that they really want friendly relations with india
i saw nothing on the dining room table had moved i think im starting to feel its safe to come out again
i can only pass to my left side and i would have to occasionally reset if my weaker leg gets put in half guard but did not feel comfortable taking the back nor mount
i wish crushing on somebody was so much easier i dislike being the emotional one i hate being the one that feels needy but i am here craving her attention and im just trying to ignore it
i feel decently intelligent
i am just feeling cranky and blue
i can remember i feel especially impressed to start fresh new and remove clutter
i feel so foolish i admitted
i feel too much but i don t care no i don t careeeeee i don t care by savage garden your three plans for tomorrow
i was feeling rebellious because of what was happening to us as a family
i feel like i am waiting for an unpleasant meeting with someone in an authoritative position
i dance the more i feel joy the more generous i become with myself the more i live in the present the more i let myself off the trauma hook the less important the past becomes
i know this is not specific for me and almost everyone else has a similar experience but i still can t help but feel appalled
i really hope you guys can understand that some of the things i do is really because i feel either rejected or not right at the place
i write this very moment i feel the cold chill of
i got a sick feeling in my stomach i just did a blog post on my cute laundry room now my dryers going out
i feel like we rushed through this weekend
i feel like i am the only person who is not ecstatic to be here right now
i sat there feeling so amazed that i actually found great joy in such simple things
i feel crappy actually
i constantly worry about their fight against nature as they push the limits of their inner bodies for the determination of their outer existence but i somehow feel reassured
i feel sure that i wouldnt have gained so much weight without the help of bipolar medications
i come home from work too often feeling irritable and it s not fair or loving to dump all that ugliness onto my husband