Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i spritz a little bit of this brush it through and it feels moisturized and less damaged
i won t even go in stores because i feel so unwelcome
i lie in bed my legs are in constant motion i feel i am out of control as they have to be shaken or tapped or just doing something
i feel like i have been learning through the job transition and now through this ordeal is how precious it is when someone asks or cares about what we are going through
i feel like copying the handsome boy say yay so fun
i woke up feeling alarmed
i never cease to feel amused when with a single facial expression i have the power of modifying a students behavior
i feel so selfish so self indulgent
i sink into the deep sofa and feel safe surrounded by everything i have known for so long walls choc a bloc with paintings hundreds of art books to dip in and out of
i feel something i will say it rather than hold back in the fear that i might ruin some moment that seems happy to me often a fa ade that is only revealed much later
i feel like that s because i didn t grow up in cliques at school like in movies there s the popular girl
i had been feeling resentful of my parents for some few hours
i tend not to want to cook if i feel grumpy or tired or just stressed
i feel joyful of my new beginning
i walk away feeling dissatisfied like i ve waited for my caffeine hit only to get a decaf
i was feeling a bit shaky and a bit off centre but i think most of that was worrying about things out of my control
i understand that sometimes historians grow attached to the eras or personalities they study but i feel like this goes beyond a casual and predictable infatuation with the civilization and its history
i was able to feel slightly less obnoxious knowing that other girls were jonesing as hard as i am
i discussed previously in my last blog post how apprehensive audiences have become towards bathrooms they automatically feel nervous which has become a fantastic trope for horror fiction
i feel my own heart a lot to make sure i am still there
i feel like i should ask him if he is ok offer him some help prop the door open or something
i feel the cold terrribly
i can feel that they arent supporting me but that doesnt mean i dont want them im my life
i feel the reader will get confused with because it bounces and uses references from its earliest time period which is like the dawn of time till now
i woke up feeling distraught
i was in seoul i could help but feel jealous