Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i don t discuss even my feelings for beloved with anyone
i feel reassured that the world is the world i remember
i had a horrible tragedy something that i was terribly ashamed of or something that was causing me great pain or that was making me feel vulnerable i have more than just one or two very trusted people who i know i could call for help
i always feel regretful a few weeks after
im not much of a people watcher or a voyeur so i feel kinda weird when walking around taking street shots
i was feeling pretty low about that but joan saw my disappointment and lifted my spirit with corinthians
i feel him frantic now humping against my hip moaning when i suck his tongue into my mouth
i feel petty things but not to the extent that humans seem to feel them wars have been started over stupid little things and try as i might i cannot understand how things such as loving two people or feeling jealous can lead to murder and unhappiness
i do feel more isolated since i started working
i feel tortured by something
i cant help feeling like something violent happened as soon as the cameras turned off wish i could find it on youtube
i start to feel more and more frantic and rushed trying to provide excellent care for my patients and then high tail it home
i lay in bed on tuesday night feeling terrible
i was feeling pretty cranky about it but when i called the garage door guy this morning he said that his scheduler wasnt in because her husband had a massive heart attack over the weekend hes okay so he couldnt give me a time the repairman will call before he comes
i feel that the out of people that i encounter in the day that are rude and mean to me for no reason at all
i truly am i feel so disillusioned with the world after years of believing in helping others and getting immense joy from doing so
i feel a violent urge to vomit and back out of the room
i wake up always feeling anxious not knowing why
i feel about being naughty for breast cancer awareness
i also feel stubborn
i remember feeling embarrassed that not only someone recognized me but called me such a name
i do not want to accept that it s inevitable that we all become grumpy old men and women as we age and i do not want to accept that feeling irritated and annoyed by trivial little things is normal
i feel like i m in a band that broke up without telling me and now i am fighting to keep everyone together even though they want no part in it
i feel like i have an uncomfortable limit
i was a bit too nervous to focus on the faces and the feeling was not unpleasant i wanted to put in a joke to start with especially since it involved the key note speaker and i thought it was funny
i enjoy not feeling horny not craving sex