Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i want to enjoy this and feel successful
i plan to share my everyday life stories traveling adventures inspirations and handmade creations with you and hope you will also feel inspired
i have the same feelings toward the word passionate
i just feel more vulnerable than other people
i know i shouldn t feel offended but i do
i know what god has said about stuff and yet right now i am beginning to feel anxious about it
im writing this blog post and feeling totally amazed at this wonderful life we lead
i am feeling unsure about my words but it also means i am writing which is good
i feel less groggy my trousers were a little looser and truthfully i would rather reach out for a fruit salad then a fully packed sandwich which is going to leave me feeling uncomfortable for the rest of the day
i just feel so ugly
i hate feeling empty and numb
i just feel terrified
i feel a little sentimental about because i distinctly remember as a child celebrating my parents th birthdays and they seemed so
i am the head of my family i should be looking after them but i feel i am worthless to them i am nothing now
when i failed the entrance exam of the medical school and was studying biochemistry which has no job prospects in zambia
i keep feeling that im unloved unwanted unimportant in everyones eyes at all
i get really frustrated whenever i talk with them i also feel compassionate toward them because they believe so passionately in things that are just dead wrong and frankly dont make sense
i tell the people closest to me things that i am feeling and its as if they arent surprised because theyd known it all along
i can but i feel massively uncomfortable doing it it consumes massive amounts of processing power and i associate it with some very bad situations ive been in recently
i guess it is the taboo feeling naughty bad and dirty
im so great for having gone to that class feeling was gone replaced by a sense of melancholy for what once was for the body that used to be able to move
i feel you caring even if you will insist you are mean
i feel broke inside but i won t admit
i feel so spiteful towards people sometimes just the way they look makes me want to hurt them
i can t let go of that sad feeling that i want to be accepted here in this first home of mine
i just feel more resentful and tell myself it was better if i did not share with him