Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel quite privileged because myself and the other foreigners live in a complex known to all as the foreign experts building i dont think im really an expert at anything but if thats how theyd like to call it im fine with it haha
i hope he makes some friends and feels welcomed
i feel pretty beaten
i dont want to deny what i feel my body aching for
i feel like i can trust my faithful blogstalkers
i find them downright amusing but other times i feel slugged in that vulnerable spot knowing that i ll never have a daughter
i feel shitty these few days because of work
i really am feeling skeptical about politicians lately and all of the tomfoolery and shenanigans that are going on in washington so it s nice to read a book that is about that subject and about some people taking action though no i don t advocate the actions they took
im always disappointed that no ones perceptive enough but then again if im worried about people watching me then should i feel disappointed at myself for not watching them
i feel petty and mean unemotional when im with her
i usually don t wear glasses at first i had uncomfortable feeling like irritated but lately i feel comfortable to have it
i was feeling awful because it felt like i was pushing really hard to maintain the pace which sounded really slow
im feeling a bit needy i keep thinking i would appreciate any attention but of course that is not true
i will reach out to you when i am feeling uncertain and needing the support or the slap upside the head that i know you can provide me
im feeling doubtful about my writing dreams to know shes behind me
i feel its a pathetic way to get sympathy
ive been feeling myself with a fake sense of purpose
i just feel worthless and stuck
i felt sad when a friend of mine died and i felt that something had irrevocably gone away from me
i try to stay with my feelings caring for them meditating with them dancing with them and sometimes writing about them
i feel a bit naughty like ive snuck into my parents room snooping for christmas presents or something
ive basically been cold calling companies with very little success which is why ive been feeling depressed from getting discouraged
i ask myself i think about it myself i feel unhappy
i asked feeling slightly wimpy
i feel insulted by saying real is bigger than man u real is a cows shit
i start to feel really awkward about the tubelight reflecting on the glossy paper with a picture of a red laced bra