Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i ended up asking my seminar professor is it completely normal to have these alternating periods of intense paranoia at my own inadequacies and at times feeling completely self assured and annoyingly pompous and accomplished
i do feel his role is as vital as mine and i like feeling that way about our family dynamic
i feel like im almost uh afraid of everything so to speak
im tired of my family being so concerned about stevens man feelings when he does stupid shit that pisses me off like wrecking my expensive sweater and my pendleton blanket
im supposed to feel compassionate towards that little girl but i feel like she never existed
i start to feel less exhausted the bits and pieces of life start to seem far more surmountable
i had feeling that if i didn t help that this can turn into a bad scene
i have to cop out on feeling regretful
i feel fond toward though they may not realize it
i can pick at my skin for a while and make myself feel terrible and then when i feel bad enough that i need to make myself feel better i can stop and theres the illusion of released pressure
i try to work but i cant concentrate me on something else than you and i log in my private journal to share my feelings my love with my faithful compagnon journal
i didn t feel too hot from the swim
i just feel really lame
i feel the sting of pain from its teeth but im angered
i repeat over and over in my life in which i try to take control in my life but it when it doesn t work i feel afraid that i have no control
i feel like a whiney lil girl who s keeps whining and psycho ing herself to love studying and start studying
im trying to do better with my spending but i feel so deprived
i was able to work in the studio all week though im feeling a bit gloomy about how slowly things seem to be progressing
i have had things happen and allowed things to happen to me that have made me feel ugly disgusting and unworthy of being loved or even feeling like i matter in this world
i feel amazed at the world
i know what i believe and how i feel but some part of me is still hesitant because the old me would have said that anyone who believed there was a god was crazy
a gigantic spider climbed over my face and what is more in my own flat
i reach for your hand feel its warmth sense a strange mysterious connection the greater sea of lives intimately shared and buoyed by a wave of love hope and joy surrender to its greater transcendent surge letting it take me wherever it will
i feel selfish thinking this way but i feel so lonely at times
i like that i don t feel pressured yet i like spending time with him
i remember feeling completely hopeless and wondering what the heck i was even doing there at miss idaho with women who were totally in a different league