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 get a day off from writing and feeling pressure to be funny and get to laugh at your stories and share some blog love monday is the wonderful a href http geremiafamily
i feel like im in this weird in between stage
i didnt feel any real emotional connection this not being so much a character driven story
i am not in general feeling particularly virtuous this month
a group of youngsters dressed in fads talked foul language on a bus they also insulted the pedestrians on the road and were impolite to the passengers of the bus
i feel anything internally i m convinced that i m feeling my last breath heartbeat burp whatever
i floated through the day with my head just below the surface feeling a little melancholy depressed and couldnt seem to bring it above the water
i sci makes you feel like the earth and life as we know it is doomed
i had to stand in front of sinks and odkh milk in front of all the women who were entering the bathroom she said i feel offended and i try hard not to cry took
i really have nothing to talk about i m just feeling so damn antsy and needy and lonely
i feel quite needy have not recourse amp u http cabeal
i went to an lds step meeting and was so overwhelmed by evil feelings and just broke down and said so at the meeting and expressed how low i felt and how ready i was for these feelings to leave my body
ive been feelin cranky about my blog im feeling its still a bit childish for me already i dont know if its the blog itself the address or something else
i feel i have a lot of strong points concerning the economy unemployment debt and other options
i feel these people are utterly useless in my view
i had such tender feelings for the sweet woman she was as she suffered in silence
i guess these expectations of me being so goddamn perfect have made me feel afraid to change
i was part of the family and have a feeling of being accepted
i sometimes feel all nostalgic and feel the need to go back and look at some of my old blog posts and all i can say is that without knowing it they record and hold so many memories
i feel i am being neglectful to a lot of you by not responding to your comments
i don t want to go home to toronto and feel like a nobody tortured artist loser for two weeks and smoke pot alone in my bedroom and watch degrassi junior high and then weep
i don t feel that my society has accepted me whole heartedly
i assert it is better to feel rich than to be rich
i feel so pained to see students on a school trip
i feel more intelligent and strong
i devised myself rather than had suggested to me the flower distribution and im esp pleased as i bought the flowers when i didnt have my bank card it feels much harder to be generous when having to be especially careful with money and im now wondering if that was the lesson of losing it