Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel honoured to own and wear this walking piece of intellectual curiosity
i feel satisfied with the manner in which i have settled in to my new school and feel that i a now in a position to slowly weave my magic
i spend time dating or attempting to date only to end up feeling confused
i feel low and lost and lonely on a grey day
i feel loyal to skirtsports
i always feel a little shy in those situations and then nervous that my shyness is making me seem aloof
i want nothing more than to continue this journey empowering women who because of their illness feel helpless and isolated
i do feel envious of those with kids at certain moments
i was feeling very overwhelmed about what i was going to do about removing things from the house i am selling in maryland
i feel weird having to yank it down and readjust it at points
i start to feel my muscles aching and break out in cold sweat
i guess a lot of her is pretty high even though i can feel her hiccups and im guessing hand and arm movement low
i was feeling on the inside my face broke out really bad i had a rash on my eyelids that left them red and peeling thank you harsh pool chemicals and my mouth was i think experiencing some sort of allergic reaction to something i ate
i am so happy but yet i feel enraged
i can t get past is that feeling when a friend walks out of your life and you re unsure why that feeling of not being valued or important enough
i feeling a little tender and uncomfortable but the needle marks on my bum are worse
im feeling a little romantic
i feel accepted and respected i am loving loyal and generous
i feel like an idiotic twat for some of the things i have written in the past and for some of the things i have advertised having done
i dont want to approach this topic too lightly but at the same time i feel apprehensive putting it all out there
i no raphael says grasping for his usual eloquence and feeling it slip from his fingers with spiteful ease
i mean already as a parent from the moment the iolani left my body i can tell you i feel like im constantly fearful for something horrible happening to her thats out of my control
i always feel like ive been assaulted by his pics
i feel almost embarrassed at my own contribution because its ridiculously unsophisticated and it is pretty much immune to alteration by any of the things that are happening here
im totally feeling bitchy and resentful about it
i feel guilt that i was cranky last night and didn t fully embrace my evening alone with the boy