Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel like im doing a hot yoga class with no benefits
i think back through jesus many miracles it feels like he takes each case individually and heals them in a way that will be the most loving and helpful to them
i feel more self assured and confident in my abilities
i was feeling really shitty invaded disrespected and i was not even one of the actors victims
i just naturally feel like i m a better player
i put up my christmas tree and im feeling fairly festive
im not exactly sure why but at least im still sleeping well and generally feel fine when i wake up in the morning
i start to feel my feelings for him how they still rise in my heart like the submissive tide that obeys lunar whims
i dont know what crazy girl i think her name was katja does for a living i feel like she should just do what i do in real life and be some sort of disheartened disallusioned clerk
i am feeling remarkably grumpy not to mention foolish
i often refer to myself as being weak im not sure what i mean exactly when i say it but i do know that when i reflect on the past two years i feel strong strong and accomplished
i am feeling fairly virtuous
i last talked to her and now i feel all bouncy again i shall sleep well tonight methinks
i feel very regretful for what i might done i dont think i remember it
i volunteer at bard and always feel respected
i start feeling dumb
i was still feeling troubled
i feel i should be at and the pay is too low to maintain life in the city
i feel relieved when i don t have to play jeoffrey pagetitle eyo
i did yesterday is very akin to carlas work in this book so i feel it could help strengthen my drawing in this area of playful creating and help me gain confidence
i feel disheartened or defeated
im not going to lie ive been feeling rather happy lately which is odd for me since im rarely happy when school is in session
im feeling ugly
i begin this letter in my kitchen in the soft predawn of a winter s morning a cup of tea beside the computer feeling virtuous to be up at this secret hour before light has made the streets mundane
i feel like im being punished if i have to sit facing the wall
i look and feel miserable