Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel we should not be supporting these rebels in a violent manner at all and particularly not give them weapons or funding
i got to feel that kind of joy was during college and even then i was still caring for others providing for others and just generally being elizabeth
i want to say in front of you but embarrassed feeling is comes and my mouth be dumb cannot say that im very love you i know you dont like me because in front your eye im not pretty like what you think in your mind but thats not a reason why you dont love me right
i have lost touch with the things that i feel passionate about i am getting less spontaneous am living by lists urgh
i feel kinda cool
i stared up at him amazed by the feeling and as equally amazed that nothing else was happening
i dnt want yu guys t feel shamed fr knwing nthing instead f pretending r having plastikan with me
i feel like nothing i do will be successful against him and that helpless feeling is super sucky and counterproductive
i feel rejected by someone then what part of myself am i rejecting
i feel horrible about all of this
i have already said i am one of many feeling threatened and attacked by the government and media of today and have had to look outside my own small life
i feel distressed music on my mind rewrite fma op
i feel that wanatribe may become a vital link in my writing network
i am in no way pessimistic but i often have to bite my tongue in the netherlands when i feel a sarcastic comment popping up in my head
i feel like i cause a lot of problems for her and am not exactly sure of her sincere feelings
i instantly feel anxious that a police officer is going to pull me over
im feeling kind of irritated that the school year is over halfway over and all hes been getting is speech
i feel really fucked up why do such things always happen to me
i take it that taylor has apprised you of the latest situation and that you feel reassured that the security of the apartment is no longer compromised
i feel tortured and sickened exactly the way i felt the last day of lances leave
i realized that when i let my mind race and i start to feel restless i get the desire to smoke
i feel stress free heading into the holidays
i am so fucking sick its not funny my head feels like its going to explode my sinuses are aching my stomach is feeling sloshy im not sure if thats good
i was young but i cant get that feeling back shes got a killers grin on and maybe im just too jaded now and i wont leave ill try and pretend cause weve got nothing to lose but time so here we go again
i am this thing i have these feelings and i m not afraid to express them and to stand up for what i believe in
ive tried and tried and every single person i hang out with i just feel like everything about it is fake