Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel really sad that my own girlfriend cannot even open up to me or communicate with me
i am a celebrity or politician i can hire a bodyguard who carries a gun and i don t have to apologize explain or feel embarrassed about this choice
i think is i told my dad and now he feels skeptical about us
i feel practically virtuous this month i have not exceeded my target of only buying things
i honestly feel a bit pressured she just made a post on a photo stating she wanted to have giant beers soon and i dont even know what to say
i am sitting here in front of my mac feeling more carefree than i have felt for months
i may be fighting a very weak argument but i feel that it is important that people do not lose the ability to listen to a true album
i feel like hes trying to be the one to comfort me and help me get over yash which is sooo sweet of him but at the same time it makes me love yash more because he cant compare to yash i feel like i cant trust fateh
i feel delighted toward something it could be an acheivment i did or my surrounding or even unexpected event that happen to me
i feel a sense of relief and also sadness because im ending and my colleagues most anyway have been oh so fab
i also feel respected as a briton by germans
i have had my first visitor to my live journal and that makes me feel very pleasant
i am feeling is also a blossoming eager anxiety
i feel uptight my day is complete when hes around i feel so right a little nervs i dream about what we can do date and all the things we can pursue wedding i always dream that your mine very day min
i feel disgusted with my body
when i heard about the treatment of a friend in jail really inhuman i never realised that such things also happen in the netherlands
i cant get wrapped up in that kind of crap tv because my brain starts getting mushy and i feel feverishly hostile
i ought to consider this change a wee bit of a little step backward but i am feeling so much more afraid than i should be
i feel it must have been the violent dream i had to snap myself awake from a difficult dream of my mother representing anyone and everyone and self violence universal but beautiful in its metaphor
i am feeling festive and in the mood to give a gift
i close my eyes for a moment just to let myself feel the gentle warmth of his hands overlapping mine guiding me
i dont know where and when i can feel the thrill and im scared that im going to miss it
i was willing to be honest with myself and put a name to what i was feeling i was shocked
i feel free to create the definition of what i believe in rather than following a prescribed path
i know how much work goes into the creation and i feel the author deserves a chance to prove that their work is worthwhile
i caressed it affectionately and she curled up ever so close to me giving me that wonderfully warm feeling of divine mother s loving sparsh which i cannot forget