Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: when i heard the news of the death of my father it was in the evening and i was alone all night in my room trying to remember the face of my father
ive moved to northern saskatchewan i feel truly victimized
i wonder if they feel like i do sometimes that all the joy of what we do is no longer as joyful because now it s based on research methods keynotes comparisons and appearances
i feel nay am gorgeous on the right track getting good grades making people happy mildly talented a good cook have a very good ear for musical notes love anime have people who care about me idiots and have a life i can do something with
i feel so strange and sick i have to wake up in three hours seems like everything runs in threes now days t r e e s
i just feel complacent and not at all like bothering
i believe in you moment we all feel til then it s one more skeptical song
i feel in love with a cute little maltese
i feel so agitated about this
i am no longer red it feels weird
i dont expect reilly will mess them up and since we have no cats i feel pretty safe leaving them in place
i must feel loving toward everyone
i feel on the verge of tears from weariness i look at your sweet face and cant help but tenderly kiss your cheeks
i can feel our blessings and i am so very very thankful
i feel privileged and honored to be able to represent my college in such a prestigious event
i dont work its friday and my pink toenails and i feel especially playful so play we will
i feel pretty the body of the email usually contains oh so pretty
i receive the good news in joy like the magi or do i feel threatened by gods message like herod
im feeling stubborn today and got home and was like no way im gonna go get that mri soon
im excited to get home and spend time with everyone please feel free to email call or text and let me know if youre available for dinner or coffee or anything
i feel this is a very truthful parable because it s so evident in all aspects of life
i wish i can wake up and find peace see little kids flying their kites catch hope and not only feel it but taste how delicious a four letter word can give me the shelter i need
i did feel pretty cool when my wifes coworkers showed her the design on pinterest and she said my husband was the designer
i feel like when i left scad i was finally coming into my own and making work that impressed people
i feel like i just dont have it in me to keep loving him and he deals me a card and it says mercy
i feel the delicious heat rising in me again begging for release but i try to stave it off