Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im feeling super tired
i think about these two ways of looking at life the more i feel convinced that it is sensible to see it as a lease rather than a gift
i actually like having things clean but i like to have them messy first so i feel rebellious
i looked at my son run up was rubbish dad your step was shocking where were your arms i smiled at him seasons best though i said feeling a tad foolish and i still had two jumps left ground swallow me now
i am feeling a little rejected by my sister
i hated that i hurt him with my feelings i hated that i was dating somebody i didn t love i hated that i pretended lied to a friend i really treassured
i am already feeling very much lousy i seriously do not need anyone to give me comments
im feeling stressed or out of control i regain control by breaking down my particular stressors into minutes segments to devote attention to and then go to it
id love to go shopping for sure because i am annoyed feeling bitchy as of right now towards everyone especially you you you
i have a feeling he will just follow sweet luke around everywhere he goes when he does
i still try to force myself to do some even if i m feeling irritable withdrawn and quiet at the time
i feel so ashamed that i cant prove the women suck at knowing things about football stereotype incorrect
ive been waiting to get some time alone for quite a few weeks now and when i finally get it im feeling a bit homesick
i feel bore and restless
i feel hopeless and in serious need of encouragement
i see each time you is what feel i am very anxious to to living to eat you
i feel hateful of everything suddenly
ill just run to people watch feel the wind in my face see the lovely colours of nature and look at the planes flying higher up in the distance
i feel like it s really supportive
i only cry when i think how guilty youll make me feel and yes ive fucked up a million reasons for shame and im sorry
i feel that i don t have anything to contribute to the conversation about books and that my writing is boring shallow bunk
when i couldnt find my dog which was missing
i see myself starting to feel the emotional dependence on my parents i stop and breathe
i will be able to lay on my bed in the dark and not feel terrified at least for a while
i feel so foolish and ashamed
im in a strange situation or feeling awkward i sometimes switch into comedian mode a bit of a defence mechanism from my self conscious school days and turned some of the sessions into katrinas minute stand up routine