Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel so amazingly blessed that my children have been able to take part in it
i feel like this is going to be a terrific summer
i love how soft they make my hair feel and it gives my hair a lovely natural looking shine to it
i reached down to feel what that strange sensation was and i felt something there
i feel like death think feeling like death will make me a more compassionate psychologist
when i was years old my father travelled very much for his work he passed three months away from home
ive been having trouble sleeping my anxiety is causing my social life to suffer i lack the motivation that used to drive me work is quickly becoming a chore where i was once satisfied and i feel dull and uninteresting
i still love to run and plan to keep it up but i don t want to once again register for so many races that i feel like every exercise moment needs to be devoted to running
i am at the bus stop and i hear the squeak of a baachan trolley i feel a little paranoid
i feel deeply offended by some of the rhetoric and behaviour of some of the apc leaders and i cannot be expected to remain silent in the face of such expressions
i would be feeling miserable today
i seriously hate one subject to death but now i feel reluctant to drop it
i sometimes feel that this is inadequate that my mind too often slips from focusing on god and jumps to my own selfish thoughts and the tasks at hand in the classroom
when a friend of mine keeps telling me morbid things that happened to his dog
i just know to begin with i am going to feel shy about it
i feel lethargic and sluggish and i absolutely notice that at night its harder to fall asleep
i understand that he was feeling devastated and i sympathize
i feel lethargic and unmotivated in the mornings to wake up and blog or catch up on other things that i could do in the mornings so i can have my evenings free
i joke about her leaving me or tell her that i know shes going to fall in love with the city the country the people and never come back theres a place deep in my mind parallel to the empty sick feeling in my stomach that is terrified she really wont come back
i admire makes me feel amazed at my life
i will gladly endure a million emotional blowouts and tantrums for the privilege of feeling her tender hands in mine
i did not feel love from the men who abused
i feel so tortured
i find im barely breathing and feel a little frantic
i think i used to overeat i mean one reason anyway was because i wanted to make sure i didn t feel deprived later
i hit a certain point in the middle and something was revealed that left me feeling so overwhelmingly devastated that i had to set the book down and walk away for a while