Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was feeling adventurous
i head out feeling brave again
i feel horrible because i didn t post on the day but i did manage to get pictures
i feel that i ll be doomed to long pants and ugly shoes for the rest of my life and i m not even yet
i thought breaking up with my best friend of years would make me bitter and feel hateful towards her
ive had a long road of that initially feeling like i was being rude for turning down food that was made brought for me and sometimes eating stuff because it was gluten free and looked delicious even if it maybe wasnt what i felt good about eating some really mediocre wedding cake for example
i feel blank the more it freaks me out
i appreciate when he shows how he feels because i know that he is not naturally an affectionate person
i feel that cold breeze
i missed about a month combined of classes and was pretty much bed ridden for months of the semester i feel really amazed that i was able to pass
i definitely felt scared which made me feel vulnerable and i hated that
i never want to diminish the pain ocd has placed on peoples shoulders and so i speak only for myself when i say there is and has been worse to go through than the burden i feel i think to watch my children starve suffer or be tortured would be much worse
i feel like a cold object with no identity
i feel discouraged at the pace of my personal evolution and often feel like jack kerouac tossing his marbles into the maelstrom surf of big sur
i began to feel like maybe i had rushed into this and not prayed or thought through it enough
i said look your moving to fast i am at the point in my life where i feel like a victimized child a child that needs to talk and get things out
i can remember a year ago yesterday feeling so unsure so scared of what our future held
i love children s literature authors who don t feel the need to dumb down things for kids
i feel so abused and taken advantage of
i was so busy analysing what s wrong that i end up feeling bitter with the things that makes me happy before
i feel repressed enough as it is and these sorts of repressive measures and guidelines only succeed in making me want to have more sex and partaking of the revelry that comes with being a dirty slut
i keep coming back to it but it feels awfully selfish of me to feel this low this negative when there are so many in far worse positions than i
i feel a little disheartened but i dont think i feel bad as maybe i should
im feeling paranoid already
ive been feeling an aching loss a void in my life in the place that she filled
i feel a bit melancholy when i think about not teaching the children i don t yet have about the love of jesus or not taking them to sunday school or not having them attend vacation bible school