Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i looked down and feasted on the view of my own legs and knees and memorized the feel of the cars gentle rocking
i feel like i love everyone or at least i am compassionate toward others
i always plant a big section of lettuce and i leave it open for those pesky bunnies so that they can feel all rebellious as if they are raiding my garden
i feel very privileged but it is also a lot of work
i was i admit very worried about feeling isolated i work in a cubicle pretty much on my own unless someone needs me
i do still feel melancholy at times but that too can be chased away if i just keep my mind occupied
when people harrass me i feel oppressed by their behavior
i might go out of existance i smile pick up my pen and fill the page with the things that you say the thoughts you obtain the moments you refrain far away its cause youre going insane and suddenly im left afraid because im not feeling that way instead im amazed why you gotta be that way
i think about it more i have been feeling symptoms of a cold and headaches for the last couple days
i feel awkward talking about my book to begin with
i am sharing information that i feel is important to personal safety and empowerment parenting and living well
i love the way i just look into her eyes and feel assured
i was able to identify the speed in which f could get work done without feeling burdened by the work load
i feel a little suspicious
i started pin pointing faults at home and with relationships feeling left out and confused about my purpose in peoples lives that i had once been close to
i feel like this is another one of those dresses that looks really cool from far away but when i take a closer look i dont like it as much
i slapped him because feelings are dumb
i feel hopeless and i realize i have met none of those goals
i was feeling quite something im not sure
i feel like im sinking and i feel helpless and that makes me even more frustrated
when my grandmother came to stay with us permanently as she is a very difficult person to stay with and when she started telling false stories about us to other people
i feel defective because i can t
i feel so embarrassed about my clothes when i am at school
i feel like the audience is smart enough and knows the characters well enough to figure out who were reading
i feel so privileged to have experienced all the lovely places ive been able to visit throughout the last few years
i thought wed escaped the interminable bouts of bods in dressing gowns feeling each others lapels we now have the charming spectacle as i type of a guy in a tight fitting deep blue combo trying to for all intents and purposes take another guy in red from behind