Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i am in true victim style feeling shamed for being me for having ptsd for going to them in good faith and then the symptoms of my trauma showing itself
i feel resigned right now
i generally only use the practice shoes for party when i m feeling more casual about it i
i feel so strongly and passionate about so hearing that just made my heart sink
i pleading to people and feeling distraught that they dont hear
i searched long and hard for a bad review telling me that i shouldnt buy into something i feel so apprehensive about but i only found that people loved and swore by f
i feel fucked
i don t get it you ate because you wanted the good sensation that eating provided the full feeling the delicious soporific effect that luscious hazy dreamy state that ice cream gave you and now you re going to put yourself through torture
i feel very out of place as well
i feel annoyed but its because im afraid i wont be able to speak well just like them
i have mixed feelings about this single but i am glad to see her working again
i feel honoured to have been able to call them friends to share their brotherhood
i don t really like to have the same kind of music all night but i do want all the bands to feel like they played with someone they liked
i try to come up with ideas that i feel are clever to keep the my pieces fun to make and interesting to look at
i feel pretty content i feel pretty content
i am feeling that cranky voice inside my head that just wants to eat whatever it wants
i think and how i feel and i m kind of proud that i have the guts to share this
im feeling virtuous i do a spinach feta cranberry salad with balsamic viniagrette
i notice that is generally toward the end of the day that i start feeling really doubtful
im feeling extraordinarily dazed and bewildered this arvo for no particular reason and my muscles all hurt even though i dont actually have any
im sure youre not alone in feeling a little funny about enjoying art even black created and black endorsed art littered with a term that would brand you as hateful backward and racist with a capital r if you uttered it in conversation
i think this feeling is fro trusting in god and sometimes its just apathy
i look at him i feel disgusted and some what annoyed by his actions
i feel bedroom rockers and hardcore music buffs will like the smart traditional look and feel to these headphones
i feel flirty playful sexy reckless
i trust he has a plan and if i stay true to and listen to the promptings in my heart i feel assured that everything will be okay and will be worked out for his plan