Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i cant help but feel excited for the part where i get to hang out with him and we can start to talk like friends talk and watch each other live our separate lives
i feel like i am the only person who is not ecstatic to be here right now
i can offer you that feels loving to you
i thought i was doing what was best for my child but my pediatrician made me feel like a neglectful mom
i aint pissed angry mad or anything i just feel pretty much fuckin insulted
i know people usually feel devastated when someone they know dies the fact that they didnt invite me to the funeral has hurt a lot
i dont mean to boast but i feel rather impressed by my message
i am merely a man who will feel humiliated whenever i am intimidated by you
i started feeling a bit strange
i feel that i have got my looks and sweet nature from my mom
i am reminded that this heartache im feeling is a gentle nudge
i feel like any time anyone gets into the ring with him they are so intimidated by his arms and legs they dont even really try
i feel like that s the thing that happened with my dad i was too stubbornly loyal to let him dump me like a rotten piece of food
i see each time you is what feel i am very anxious to to living to eat you
i love the idea of the white blouse under the jumper because i feel the jumper would be too boring without a collar and with the pink spiked necklace underneath the collar i think this would give the jumper a nice touch
i finally feel i have accepted nashville as home
i feel needy and cagey during this wait for leaving to practice my new self in my old settings
i feel like i have to redeem myself even though i think they realized why i was distraught and were ok with it
i guess thats why i bought some black nail varnish cos i was feeling rebellious
i feel like im having something really naughty like dessert for breakfast
i feel could be amazing but like wonder woman is rarely handled well
i am feel overwhelmed
i feel so inhibited in someone elses kitchen like im painting on someone elses picture
i feel like people dont really want me in their company but also they dont want to hurt my feelings
i feel more and more dissatisfied with each passing weekend
i got the guinea pigs when i lived in a tiny flat in london and was feeling pretty depressed about life