Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i am enjoying the month old puppy piddi and feeling the gentle breeze that floats through the cool inner chambers of the house
i have been out there over the last few weeks i experienced for the first time a feeling of loving the actual act of running of pushing my daughter in the jogger of getting outsprinted by my wife although this would happen if i was in top shape anyway of having cold air nail you in the face
i am only confirming that i feel what acker felt or recognise at least that rich world she describes
i feel tortured a href http lawrencewashington
i just feel drained by most of the gameplay i do
i was positively giddy when the kids left this morning after our very last official class of the year but now im feeling a little sad
i am officially feeling festive
i was just yesterday feeling uncomfortable with highschool sigh
i love when everything looks so bright even i feel so dull
i feel like they might be engineering hostile situations by which i mean wars and missile testing and dropping spy planes out of the sky and all the rest because overwhelmingly they have y chromosomes and because they are bored
i feel to write something is making me reluctant
i feel reassured that the world is the world i remember
i feel pretty beaten
i feel so cranky irrationally
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 feel a bit shaken though
i feel and i think that should be respected
i did not feel very much convinced of likelihood of dennis weaver to be using cocaine
i could definitely feel the effects as my mouth went pleasantly numb and relaxed feeling spread throughout my body
i feel really damn terrified and rushed to my classroom where my friends are playing and joking around
i feel like nobody is giving me a chance to explain and accept that i am never going to be happy doing what they expect me to do
i climbed a mountain and made my way to a village where the people stared at me the children looked frightened and ran away and everyone i came across asked me why i was there in such a way as to make me feel unwelcome
i feel that the most talented of illustrators designers are ones that know how to get an idea across without the trappings of crosshatching and lensflares on everything
i wonder how genentech feel about a hostile takeover by its global partner
i feel a need to protect my parents against the witch hunt that repressed memory therapy can be
i think im allowing myself to feel this way because im not heartbroken