Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im feeling bouncy enough and if i can rustle up some people keen to go with me
i really want to be a better person and i finally feel confident enough in myself to take the next step and create the building blocks of a new successful life
i feel like tna missed a trick not keeping the tag team of crimson and amazing red alive
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 always feel terrible afterwards and even more helpless which is yet another thing perpetuating my depression
im honest when i say a part of me feels tortured as though this is part of the system of function in your life the one that allows you to order and manipulate people in such a way so that they are lined up and positioned to serve their prupose when you should need them
i feel foolish for all these long runs and extra miles if the best i can muster is nearly seconds per mile slower than i was a year ago
i was more irritable i went from having a million and one ideas to feeling like not being bothered from feeling inspired to feeling obligated
i feel like when nikolas gets here im going to have such a rude wake up call
i dont have a yeast infection in the vagina i could be feeling irritated by yeast due to my diet so i should stop eating lots of sugary foods if i can
i never want to be rude even when i feel someone has been rude to me and even then i don t want to i feel like i need to like if i don t crush the offender thoroughly i will be left in tears in front of everyone because i am so sensitive
i even remember trying them on last year and feeling crappy because i was nowhere near closing them
i feel hopeless and out of control
i feel so ugly fat and lonely
i feel is that i cant get far enough away from what feeds melancholy for long enough that it would just wither and die off
i was still looking out for good causes that i feel passionate about to volunteer and again last year when a friend introduced me to an organization that packs food rations for needy families
i feel regretful over what happened with us
ill feel less burdened and confused sighs
i potter around my one bed flat i feel a little bit more like an unfortunate version of bridget jones
i wrote maybe a truth because i want to tell one guy something and i am afraid to tell him how i feel because he pissed me off
i feel homesick nostalgia canaglia
i feel the reader will get confused with because it bounces and uses references from its earliest time period which is like the dawn of time till now
i feel pathetic to report that i know about as much korean after these three months as i did italian after a three week vacation in italy
i do not feel disadvantaged or jealous without these things i feel empowered instead
im not really terrified of childbirth this time around and even though i know no matter what unexpectedly pops up you really can survive it and even though the author of my baby planner would be beaming with pride that i followed her instructions to the letter im still feeling a bit uncertain
i feel i was intimidated by the college and people at home