Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel so inspired
im not scared at all anymore im fine i feel terrific about the surgery
i was not going to be able to sleep until i knew how it ended and mostly because of another thing which i am not even going to talk about here because it makes me angry all over again and also because i feel horribly neurotic and immature getting upset about it and so we will gloss over that bit
i feel there is also a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone
i feel lame for not posting the recipe but mi madre is protective of em and i respect that
i feel jealous when i know he go out with other women
i am feeling ever so homesick
i feel for you despite the bitterness and longing
i find myself chasing the needles and feeling stressed during the entire process
i feel hesitant to tell them the truth about leaving the house to get the toy
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 feel like a worthless ugly fat unattractive piece of shit
my grandfather died he lived almost as a recluse not caring for himself as well as he should dad and we all helped as much as we could
i feel like a bit of a turd that my body instantly rejected the lemonade
i dunno i just feel that i started this blog a little shaky as i wasnt really sure about what sort of audience i was addressing or anything
i feel dismayed at how many people get stuck on a do it yourself salvation mentality
i was starting to feel somewhat sympathetic toward ms finke
i used to feel rejected and like it was my fault as i am overweight
im tired of the book and ready to have it out of here and finding out that i was given unsuitable images and then feeling blamed for the result did not sit well
i guess so walking around feeling cranky and mad
im feeling im caring im healing im sharing amp a supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver
i haven t seen that side of him for a couple of years now that hes on some medications may be depression is genetic and thats why i feel so shitty all the time
i just go into these modes where i want to write then feel disgusted and do not what to write at all
i feel so squeezed hate this feeling thats why i dont really like squeezing on buses or in the mrt unless im with people which wont be that bad as compared as being alone
i wanted to root for someone to feel wronged and condemned on their behalf
i feel troubled i guess would be the best word for it