Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i left feeling thoroughly invigorated and ready to face a new year of craft challenges so big kudos to the wonderful organizers at hello craft for a truly awesome summit
i have a lovely nesty feeling after looking at all that cute teeny weeny clothing
i had been feeling resentful of my parents for some few hours
i was heartsick or feeling overly romantic and i dont even feel like ive made any connections like that
ive somehow had a few epiphanies and toned down the need for validation its still a work in progress but i feel less need to be liked by people who dont deserve the attention
i feel threatened by anyone i get this feeling that i want to kill someone
i feel a strange sensation course through my limbs
i also find that during those times when i feel victimized by his loss i dont feel him near me at all
i feel really anxious
i can offer you that feels loving to you
i feel very numb at the moment
i feel stupid every time i even think about it
i know what a car feels like when its running out of gas so i maneuvered to a blank spot in the parking lot and had myself a little think
i spent some time at the school yesterday talking to folks and snapping pics of my daughters as they delighted in the last day of school fun and i came away feeling impressed and happy which to tell the truth is my usual feeling about the place
i read cases of sons ignoring their old and helpless parents i feel very unhappy and sad
i feel a bit frantic today with everything i need to get done
i feel totally ignored and excluded
i mention that i feel ignored and sad on my crappy birthdays he reminds me that he threw a th birthday party for me
i feel extremely shitty today
i want to love you but i feel like there some sort of hindrance thats keeping me from loving you
i feel funny about mothers day
i feel like a reluctant queen tasked to rule over a nation of miscreants who are exactly like me
ive had so much more energy no more slugging around feeling lethargic after massive takeaways and choccy binges and my skin started to clear up instantly
i have agonised over writing a review for this book my words just dont seem to flow i feel somehow inadequate for this task
i often feel disappointed in my decisions and who i am and call myself names
i feel selfish bringing up our loneliness for a child when i know parents out in newtown are grieving their lost babies