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 paranoid when i wear makeup out
i turn up feeling more than a little apprehensive
i don t recommend carrying around handfuls of gold jewelry in your backpacks or having it on your person i do think that a few key pieces of fun jewelry are necessary to keep you looking and feeling cute on the road
i feel ecstatic every time i perfect a water sport
i feel as if this opportunity to return to moz is gods gracious gracious way of giving me that heat desire despite my own self doubt and uncertainty in the past
i feel gratitude for the opportunity to have met so many amazing people through the magic of the internet
i keep feeling like i m reaching him this last time i was so convinced that he was there that he was responding that he was listening to me but every time it just seems to all come crashing down again
im feeling slightly irritable but generally level headed and actually not in a bad mood
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
winning a rowing race at a karapiro regatta with other friends
i wonder if feeling complacent is a result of my laziness
i hate talking about presents because i feel greedy
i used to have this friend who always always had to have a boyfriend and if she didnt she would get majorly depressed and feel defective or something and i think she was that way because of her mom and i always felt really bad for her
i can really truly only say that i feel that i am passionate about teaching
i dont give a fuck because i feel like i cannot elicit any positive change or shifts within my current client load
i really feel shamed
i cant honestly say that i was enjoying the actual running much but i was feeling the benefits and liked being out in the fields and woodland seeing the changes in the seasons and getting lungfuls of fresh air
i feel as though you are determined to annoy me you know i dont want you listening to the radio
i feel their exuberance upon being accepted and i feel their pain upon being rejected
i dont think that is true and i have tried to explain my feelings but he replies that if i am submissive to him i wouldnt question his authority on the subject
i feel like a rag doll badly abused
im putting it in my palm and blowing on it hoping it gets to the ears of the universe and its feeling a little generous the day it reaches them
i feel respected when for months you only tell me you love me when were alone and when it strikes your fancy
i could feel my sciatica aching as my feet was swinging from the gas to the brakes pedals
i really feel that im the least talented person on the stage but somehow god uses my talent for his glory
i feel fabulous about it