Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i couldn t hear the whir of its motor or feel the stir of cool air
i feel like those rich people all fall into the category of don t belong when i see them on the bus
i also think its because im so afraid of feeling victimized again
i guess since this book kind of bring a negative feeling to my self that im longing to find my simon i guess i wont be reading a romance book again in the future
i was already feeling kind of frantic and upset because im spending another year in that god forsaken school
i always jumble words and letters and i feel like the inhalers i took back in college are the culprit for my brain being permanently damaged
i was feeling kinda discouraged because i was stuck but today i proved to myself that i can do things that i didnt think i could do
ill admit i feel slightly disillusioned here
i dont need that sense of social approval that i craved right now i dont even feel that aching guilt that so often gave me headaches
i hold space for these feelings the anger the jealousy sadness and despair the longing i can relate to those feelings but not have them devour me
ive been on a bike and this bike it feels kind of strange
i think its just a subconscious acknowledgement about my feelings towards eddie eg ignored
i think thats exactly how ill be i love my year at school but were all leaving at the same time whereas it feels very sad to leave behind all my friends from years within the music department as well as the year form ive worked with for years and my amazing violin pupils
i kept feeling enraged that she was in too
i feel vicious and sleepy
i just remember feeling so amazed that this little person and i am only a child was my new brother
i realized that i was tired of feeling weird in relationships with boys
i guess i could say i was feeling pretty shitty like all the feelings ive suppressed from truc were starting to arise
i know they don t really mean anything by it but when you are feeling as crappy as i am you find yourself really wanting to give them a wakeup call
i am so happy but yet i feel enraged
i this feels rebellious to me
i feel so disheartened at things
i feel bitter theofilou said of the lack of support to nods of agreement by kastrioti who waited for her turn to board
i didnt feel alarmed moreso a feeling of total welcome
i email authors about interviews i feel a little intimidated
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