Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel christmas more special than ever
ive been has been in the seat beside me in an airplane when i feel smug because they have to stop reading when the announcement goes out and my book is still open
i felt like i couldnt let myself believe the feelings i was getting from these men that the phone call had been a fake
i feel nervous about going back to america not knowing what to expect the transition to be like
i cant believe this is the feeling i was so afraid of not disdain or hatred instead its just actual nothingness laced with a small dash of repulsion
i was building with angie i m feeling profoundly betrayed and very angry
i feel loved and blessed thank you allah
i kiss your lips i feel sweet
i will probably just be lazy and lounge around the house and possibly go down to the pool depends how im feeling and what i can be bothered to do its my last day off before i go back to work so yeah
i feel like i m being mentally and emotionally assaulted with something and i just wanted to write that down somewhere
i feel pathetic at times because
i feel so regretful and bad that i called in
i need to be just as open with them as i am with some of my friends when i feel that they have wronged me
i feel like a messy after a while because it often is a struggle between keeping emails images documents etc
i feel a bit gloomy in general and not entirely sure why
i remember feeling dirty after the swallow bridgewater race and i wasnt even paying too close attention to it
i might be able to recreate the feeling when i get back into the cold fog that awaits me tomorrow night
ive had my ass handed to me by murt and im starting to feel fucked but just a little
i wasnt feeling so ashamed that i spent a whole lotta time and precious energy doing this mind you
i became attached early on and feeling the decline in the relationship scared me
i might go out of existance i smile pick up my pen and fill the page with the things that you say the thoughts you obtain the moments you refrain far away its cause youre going insane and suddenly im left afraid because im not feeling that way instead im amazed why you gotta be that way
i feel we do have some control over our petty dissatisfactions by trying to act or think and then feel more positive about our own lives
i think about it how harmless that insect is i feel pathetic to be so overpowered by fear
im around my husband or home alone thinking about him that i feel hopeless
i cant shake off my feelings of being offended and hurt no matter how hard i try and the conversation keeps consuming my every thought
i shouldve stopped feeling envious she has her own life i knew it but its still so hard