Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel sorry for john boehner his copious tears running over and blurring his spray tanned face until its the same color as his nicotine stained fingers all the while eric cantor is waiting to push him out of the speakership
i was soo quiet it was a mixture of not sleeping well and feeling a bit isolated from the big group
i was annoyed this particular day as it seemad that the odds were not in my favour my grandfather added fuel to the fire
i often feel that working in it is like being a hopefully benevolent goliath that is often undone by the humblest of davids
when they changed my office to another room without my agreement
i mean the blinds that you could pull down when you were feeling particularly romantic
i feel like im in with the cool girls but that theyre just tolerating me because im paying them
im still feeling that christmas loving with my polyvore boards and its only the start of advent
i am not feeling fabulous i can now speak
im even starting to feel more sociable
i feel distracted or scattered i take a few moments to close my eyes and just breathe
i do however feel myself feeling a bit reluctant
i was feeling pressured but it looked awful to have my make up on and my dark wig and then my eye brows look so light
i am just so sick of feeling hated and lonely and dumb and unloved and forgotten
im about to go look for him again when i start to feel calm and think that his phone probably died
i feel so super not old
i wasnt sure if i could be concerned when there were people around me feeling incredibly apprehensive some turning back while i may as well have been dancing up the cliff face
i feel that each point is equally important than each
i feel the more im convinced that i dont want to let this go
i do walk on the treadmill i feel really smug all day so it s worth it
im feeling more outgoing and happy since being off the medication
i can feel the tortured emo poetry coming on already
i feel as a person and a politician i cannot allow dogs to run around on our streets that are more dangerous than others
i was feeling a little nostalgic
i even feel it is a game that i am a part of some strange reality swarming with violent carnivores adding to the bare landscape of the place i now know
i can feel what it feels like being a girl in hypnosis only and be perfect and normal in real life