Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im feeling the fight as i struggle with feelings that im sure are not right
i got tacos because i wasnt feeling too adventurous
i feel these kinds of emotional urges i try to identify their intellectual roots so i can understand them better
i feel ugly to my fellow humans
i see newborn pictures though especially the kind taken in the hospital i mostly feel acutely sympathetic to the exhausted people holding these tiny swaddled and red faced confusing beasts
i started this blog with pure intentions i must confess to starting to feel a little disheartened lately by the knowledge that there doesnt seem to be anybody reading it
i feel like a heartless b tch for hating him so much
i feel like im more hated than celebrated and i cant wait till the day i can say i made it
i hope that one day i can escape tia place that i feel has held me back that has inhibited me from reaching my potential but that isnt me for decide just to pray on
i feel terribly burdened to have to deal with the results of it lol
i am beginning to feel startled by how little of last week i remember
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i feel like not enough people my age actually think that most are pretty devastated that their s have come and gone
i didn t feel as terrified or as nervous as i normally would in that type of situation
i don t know if im just speaking for myself but i feel like we are all becoming more stupid by the day
ive seen a lot of seizures but never this many at once and of course i always feel totally helpless
i will not feel so alone anymore
i put forward to all their social diktats make them feel i am rebellious towards their authority
i know my good friends are biking through tulip fields i feel a little regretful
i will feel a bit of insecure
i feel very agitated just sitting here
i feel unwelcome in this town as if my time here has been spent my quota of memories well past brimming and my eviction notice is long overdue
i hate for anyone to ever feel left out awkward or less than
i cant help looking back on the child i was and feeling rather jealous but i am also delighted to be living in a time when a nine year old child in some parts of the world can read a thousand books a year if she he wishes and is able to
i apologise in advance i m feeling somewhat angered and stressed and the following is just going to have to come out
i am horrible about articulating my feelings particularly verbally sometimes i cant even remember incidents just that i was mad at something