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 that i have got my looks and sweet nature from my mom
i feel as if i must blog constantly for all my loyal fans the baker thia sandwich the scruncher and of course mini t rex
i like to finish on a positive note that whenever i feel a bit fearful or down i can just remember something nice about me and rich and it cheers me up
i want to feel emotions other than sorrowful ones without the help of drugs
i am feeling intimidated by all that work
i do know the main reason i feel like i m losing myself unsure if i ll ever get those pieces back but i m not quite ready to talk about that just yet
i bring these to mind and feel the joyful laughter well up within my heart it becomes hard to remain weighed down by the heavier negative feelings
i feel a violent tug at my eye socket
i feel fucked up on the inside
i need to do the best i possibly can do and even when i get out at i feel too listless to study like right now
when i was still a child
i feel will be amused as well
i had been feeling resentful of my parents for some few hours
i feel like i have to dumb myself down in order to communicate effectively
i feel like i ought to be working on casual activism but that construes something that is potentially stressful so there wont be any update tomorrow
i feel amazing after every thrift trip i got on and to have some many in a small amount of time if my idea of bliss once i am earning again i will re claim my crown of thrift princess
i always feel afraid of telling people because i dont want them to see me differently my self image is very poor and i dont want to transcribe that onto them
i said i feel like im on the verge of very messy
i didn t feel like there was something i missed and i take back all the things i said to make you feel like that and i just wish that i didn t feel like there was something i missed and i take back all the things that i said to you
i talked to him i tried not to ask about how he was feeling i was convinced that everyone would be asking him the same things and he was probably a bit sick of always talking about it
i feel instantly glamorous just pulling it out of my handbag and sachaying it about for all to see
i feel like i want to punch him in his handsome face
i feel like thats petty so i convince myself that i dont give a shit
im feeling today i was successful
ive been a bad bad lazy girl i can feel my muscle aching
i can feel you moving everyday now and its kind of weird to not be able to call you by name