Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was almost in a state of panic because i just feel like im not trusting people right now
i walk in the door to my house i feel happy
i feel so vulnerable i need to have a mask on to go into the world or if my desire is caused by a need to divert attention or cover up weakness i should probably be making more constructive use of my time than trying to look pretty
i also feel a longing for my country and as i remember my childhood around the gunong ledang mountain i have started a series called puteri gunong ledang evoking all the legends and memories of jungle fairies that still live in my mind
i do not agree with hirsi ali on policy matters and i do agree with much of what ingrid writes by contrast but having grown up in a country for which i feel little love and with the culture of which i do not identify in the least i can t help but to be sympathetic to her
i know that s wrong but i feel ugly
i will make you feel amazing tonight i need you no
i was battling the desire to move away from her not wanting to be rude but seriously feeling disturbed by her nearness
i went to the church function instead feeling pretty lame
i am feeling pretty stinkin shitty for being such a horrible reviewer
i am feeling extremely disturbed and distressed
i had a great relationship i feel so blessed to have had such a strong male figure in my life he truly treated me like his princess
i was still feeling lousy from the cough and the side effects of chemo were finally kicking in
im with you when your professor looks at you like a spitball when your friend is dying when you cry into your pillow at night when you feel the dangerous tickles of jealousy luring you down into its lair
i feel insulted offended and hurt
i feel so burdened as if something is holding me still and weighing me down
i live in between my moments of sun sometimes i feel like a doll on a shelf or some perverse performing puppet
im feeling rather cranky and impatient with my little one
i counsel people who are in abusive relationships i have prided myself with understanding how they feel being a supportive resource because i get it
i should be dead since ive been out of this for a couple of months but i feel the pain every time i go to reach for that empty bottle i just cannot bear to throw out
i stop learning or if i am feeling inhibited my performance flounders
i feel like we broke the mold at least to some degree when it comes to the stereotype of sibling rivalry
i started feeling ugly and started all over again
im feeling less fearful today ptl
i remember feeling surprised and stunned that a writer of the stature and quality of lauren had read one of my books long ago
i feel irritable and unfulfilled if i dont paint for several days