Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was feeling sentimental
i feel like a less melancholy holden caulfield
i don t know why i feel so bashful defending it
i feel like an idiot for looking a bunch of keys that weren t there and i m getting frantic about nick not letting me in for forgetting my keys
i didnt know whether or not to feel flattered or some sort of disgusted
i read through the ol feefyefo space i feel amazed at how much i could blabber and how transparent i was with my life
i feel completely shaken up
i chugged a big ol beer on an empty stomach so now im loopy and feeling creative
i cannot see and help me to feel more confident that my god is exactly who he says he is and that i can trust him
i always feel pressured when i play against someone
i am not a vegetarian and probably never will but i am feeling increasingly sympathetic towards those who are and towards the animals being slaughtered for our benefits
i can feel the cool sand against my back
i do not write in search of praise or recognition but it is an amazing feeling to be read and admired
i love hanging with the kids feeling calm focused and relaxed a burgeoning garden working out spending time with friends and loved ones dinner parties celebrations creative time weekends away healthy house plants
i hardly feel like i had a weekend if i dont get fucked up
i part basically they are feeling sympathetic a bit to late in my opinion hachi rushes in to find that nobu is trying to help nana by blowing into a paper bag
im feeling strong healthy motivated and just overall positive about everything
i cannot help but feel inspired and uplifted both by martinez himself and by his association with occupy wall street
i feel so cool cool cool cool cool girl i feel so cool cool cool cool cool girl
i feel i can do anything my beloved season calls me hyde count down seasons call a href http bookmark
i feel fully convinced that tattoos are allowable for christians
ive been hiding my eyes between tight hands raising my arms shouting and cursing and feeling passionate
i know this isnt real but it feels strange to me at times
i feel like offended with such question
i feel hateful sometimes
im still paying attention but i feel distracted