Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i cannot speak for others but all i know is i feel i am the most successful prettiest version of myself when i walk out of my starbucks with my red cup holiday cup in hand
i definitely feel appreciative of my boyfriend
i feel mad whats your
i returned to the ground floor feeling dazed
i guess i could say i was feeling pretty shitty like all the feelings ive suppressed from truc were starting to arise
ive been idling away this past year i realize im feeling more and more doubtful of my path
i wouldnt feel uncomfortable wearing it at work
i think its just a subconscious acknowledgement about my feelings towards eddie eg ignored
i havent been feeling incredibly passionate about medicine recently in fact i havent been feeling particularly passionate about anything
i feel like if people see the chinks in my armor they re going to decide that i m this fucked up person dismiss me as a hot mess and not want to be around me anymore
i would have never understood or valued the meaning of a life partner if i did not feel lonely
i try to hang out with the both of them then i feel like this awkward third wheel
i never want to diminish the pain ocd has placed on peoples shoulders and so i speak only for myself when i say there is and has been worse to go through than the burden i feel i think to watch my children starve suffer or be tortured would be much worse
i remember hating walking from the car to the my classroom feeling judged and ugly and jeered at with every step
i cant believe with that statement being said that im already feeling sexually deprived
i feel rude for ignoring your plea for help and its all your fault
i feel liked because people clicked like
i am feeling a lil groggy from the cough medicine
i feel like a mouse among men perpetually terrified
i imagine ill eventually migrate to the middle but even alone that feels greedy to me
i feel about petty games
im trying to regroup after anatomy as ive been feeling depressed and exhausted for the past three weeks or so
i am depressed and feeling worthless getting on my gmc denali bike and conquering miles makes me feel less powerless
i wasn t motivated i was tired and my guilt was making me feel worthless
i could easily describe this transformed feeling as hopeless but it was an anesthetized type of hopelessness
i hope i would be able to understand and not make my friend feel pressured into doing anything they did not want to do