Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i have just finished my jubilation piece and i feel jubilant
i love the look of the black and i feel like that would be the smart choice but im kind of drawn to the rich blue or grayish blue
i do not feel remorseful and ask for forgiveness when i know ive done something wrong
i feel this perverse pleasure in knowing how were so much the opposite of everything youre supposed to do
i retorted feeling my face grow hot
im trying to find ways to add more sewing into my schedule without feeling completely overwhelmed
i wasnt feeling so ashamed that i spent a whole lotta time and precious energy doing this mind you
i feel really sad that my own girlfriend cannot even open up to me or communicate with me
i am still feeling unhappy and upset about the big changes happened befoe but i know times will heal everything img src http s
i put my knitting down and covered my ears with my hands trying to minimize the feeling of being assaulted
i feel like i have to dumb myself down in order to communicate effectively
i feel uncomfortable and slobby
im lacking in the accessory department but i have a feeling that once i actually start putting the things i own in one place i might be a little more surprised at what i find
i did take a surprise two hour nap this afternoon though and woke up feeling not as exhausted as i did this morning so maybe thats a good sign
i feel like my day starts around lunchtime which kind of feels awful
i can still feel all my muscles aching
i know feel a sense of responsibility toward those whose family and homes were devastated by hurricane katrina
i feel incredibly selfish to say it but i was lead to believe i could trust that no matter what i would have the attention and space i needed from the people i felt loved me
i will enclose her verses on her could not weigh much more thinking and feeling curious to hear the odd couple
im feeling so sally field like these days surprised by all the love and always with a brown mop of hair atop my head
i feel like im more hated than celebrated and i cant wait till the day i can say i made it
i feel furious at myself for being so pathetic furious at her for various reasons
i know it seems strange writing to you after all this time and i honestly feel appalled at my behavior as a mother
i could be really screwed just on waiting for a sitter so i was feeling stressed
i went to pick up the kids feeling scared and trembly and very self critical for my stupidity
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