I am cold.

I'm cold.

I feel hungry.

I'm hungry!

I am hungry.

I feel tired.

I feel itchy.

I'm not feeling well.

I feel cold.

I'm freezing.

I feel it.

I could feel the wind against my face and the beat of my racing heart as if it were happening in that very moment.

I also regret and deplore the loss of life that occurred during the riots in the ensuing days.

I am thirsty.

I'm just curious.

I am bored.

I am not thirsty.

I'm not thirsty.

I'm so itchy.

I was feeling nauseous.

And I do not feel guilty.

I'm feeling fit.

I'm thirsty.

(1) I feel sad.

And so I'm listening and I'm listening, and at some point, I start feeling like all the stories are about being wrong.

I didn't feel sick at all.

I don t feel particularly important.

I have a burning pain here.

I feel awkward in his presence.

Whenever I see you, I feel happy.

I feel dizzy every time I stand up.

I'm bored. I'll watch TV.

I'm feeling a little sick.

I feel so fat.

I'm feeling really sick.

I feel like I am failing him, she says.

I could actually feel it.

I feel for you.

The cab stopped, and I pulled my body from it feeling each ounce of weight as I walked to the elevator.

I feel chilled to the bone today.

I have not felt well recently.

I don't feel safe here anymore.

I still feel terrible.

I don t feel outraged.

Feeling sorry for our national anthem.