Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i pray that i may feel sure that there is nothing that god cannot accomplish in changing my life
i may attempt a hair coloring session later if i m feeling brave crazy saturday nights over here
i was trying to catch the bus i explained feeling more than a bit dumb
i feel as though my descriptions are skimmable and unimportant
i actually feel sorrowful
i can use the data comparatively to determine whether i am feeling disappointed elated inspired et cetera
i feel jealous becasue i wanted that kind of love the true connection between two souls and i wanted that
i remembered feeling unwelcome feeling like nobody wanted me there and the feeling was terribly familiar
i didnt need that reminder plus her words made me feel as if she saw me as pathetic
i resented being made to feel like a bad person for not possibly contributing to the better good and to the profits of some unspecified equipment maker
i stop feeling so depressed and
i feel i am beyond pissed off disappointed frustrated with myself
i am already feeling homesick for a country that isnt mine own
i say this because she never truly gets a choice or the freedom to decide what to do with her life which makes it hard not to feel like she got the less dirty end of a really shitty stick
i feel like i am so devoted to so many other things that my time is being split up weirdly
i do not feel bad about it
i feel lonely i remember my moms saying
i feel vulnerable when im alone not only because i feel so incapable of defending myself but also because i could go into labour at any point
i love the feeling of running in the cold when you can see your breath and cold air seems to refresh you from the inside out
i feel weird having to yank it down and readjust it at points
i remember going to shandur the highest polo ground in the world located in north western pakistan and feeling helpless because there were no signals there and i couldn t post my facebook status or tweet about the marvelous surroundings
i feel angered and firey
i hate feeling this loyal to this damned company
i feel all rushed to get ready for tomorrow
i feel so often when i roll through my beloved new york that so little is done for so many if i start to write about race colour religion and sexual preference and gender identity my readers will say hey mia what s up are you confused
i feel rebellious because i don t particularly like watching romcoms but i get the feeling that i may be pretty good at writing them