Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i have just moved here and already i feel welcomed
i have a feeling hes going to be way more successful than i am
i know i have my family and friends and god but some point in your life in my life i want to feel romantic love again
i popped a fever and even my co workers we urging me to go home before i even had a chance to open my mouth and voice the obligatory i m not feeling so hot
i feel sorry for rafael bosch
i then felt a feeling of awkwardness and discontent cuz he said yeah me too and not im sorry
i don t want any of you to feel left out i am offering a discount on my tea totes to you my beloved readers beginning today through april th
id love to know in the comments i feel like its a funny thing but i always love reading about how people schedule their days
im temporarily wounded feeling like an idiot and have already missed yoga because of the fall
i often feel so distressed and freaked out whenever my child gets sick
i don t want him to feel unwelcome in this house
im feeling nervous but since it wasnt sore to touch to stretch or to use the muscles i felt assured it was nothing and that it would pass
i feel shamed hes not here
i feel low not coz of the situations distance or the person but its that one thing that hurts you and makes you feel responsible for what i have done to myself
i will say that a little piece of me feels agitated when i watch discussions on race and there will i style color font family georgia serif font size px line height
i feel absolutely amazed at the unfolding story of my life
i have no word to describe the feeling reply she said its been days today that i have been in such a lovely country india i never thought that anything like this can ever happen to me where everyone treated us so gracefully humbly and with so respect
i feel like a jaded cat whatever who doesn t ever get nervous before races because i ve just done so many and i couldn t care less
i witness what i feel helpless to change i take up my arms my heart and my pen and i write
im feeling ugly
i feel somewhat hopeless and pitiful
i do not feel insecure or unsafe
i spent so much of my pregnancy feeling like a listless slug
i feel a timid six other times a wise sixty six
i go to pt i feel like a defective bum
i feel unloved and know im hated