Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: is eyes its questionable whether shes feeling gracious today
im having trouble coming with words to describe the way i feel im so devoted to it
im also feeling overwhelmed by how often im saying im too old for that shit
i get one i feel like i need to either even things out by immediately giving one back or make things even less even by using a comeback as if i was just insulted
i cannot speak for others but all i know is i feel i am the most successful prettiest version of myself when i walk out of my starbucks with my red cup holiday cup in hand
i feel him i touch him with my hands i form him without wanting to i give him to myself i take him away from myself how impatient i am to see him
i realized that constantly checking my phone and multitasking made me feel rushed and ragged by the time i reached my destination even if i was talking to someone i really like
i slow a bit to stay with him partly because i am feeling like if i start to win he will just give up and partly because i am afraid that if i push it he will kill himself trying to stay with me
i miss the feeling of being useful and of being able to think of something professional or as close to be dubbed so
i feel hated i feel like i dont belong and more and more i feel that i want to die
i woke up feeling distraught
i feel like im being greedy when i say i want more money
i should feel complimented or insulted
i am feeling pretty shitty about it maybe i should tell him to kiss my ass
i feel his innocent and loving breath on my neck
im trying to do better with my spending but i feel so deprived
i have fallen into some kind of hole and feeling jaded and run down
im feeling today i was successful
i admit to feeling a little foolish when i first arrived
i started off feeling rather cranky and grumpy and ultimately ordinary then there was a little facebook flash from my cousin in west meath and suddenly we were pinging bad jokes and naughty stories about rudolph valentino performing unspeakable acts back and forth and it felt like a party
i love the museums there and although i love art i feel very dumb not knowing all of these paintings
i am feeling terrible
i feel ashamed that my two bags look like theyve erupted exploded natural disastered all over my hosts spotless stylish living room
i do feels amazing and is an investment for something greater
i last posted to the blog i feel a bit like a neglectful mother
i am feeling a bit gloomy i guess