Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel a lot more confident about the path ive chosen
i was going through my years worth of photos and i feel so pleased that i have come this far
i feel really naughty and wicked today
i still feel funny writing that like maybe i should call her my spirit guide or really observant cheerleader or something
i also feel like a sophist half the time when im looking for supportive examples
i really just want someone to hold me and kiss me to make me feel loved and safe
i realized now that i lived my whole life loving some ppl who now i hate the most cause they alll have changed they all became veryy tough ppl after i got used to feel their tender touch in my life
i feel a bit reluctant having to say anything at all because a popular blogger who i share similarities with had beat me to the chase
i feel like youve hated me ever since i was born and you wish i was never born
i feel like i get blamed for all his stress sometimes
i proclaim to have lost a bit of my sanity and feel so shaky
i feel like normally i would be angry because thats what i actually think that i could never be beautiful at my size
i still have cramps plus i get really dizzy when i stand up and my whole body is aching and i just generally feel extremely uncomfortable
im spending every day waiting to hear from you and feeling like an idiot for caring
i hope no one feels im ungrateful because thats not the case
i feel like a hot mess and i probably am
i feel like im single handedly supporting the tissue industry at the moment
i feel jealous of him touching someone else
i feel that artists should be supportive of one another not stretching to find ways for others not to be able to express themselves in their love of art too
i refuse to let myself feel bitter about the small sacrifices we have to make
im feeling bitter today my mood has been strange the entire day so i guess its that
i find myself feeling shocked hearing that word spoken out loud in my own lounge room
i have to actually tell myself to breathe breathe breathe in and out when i feel absolutely terrified because i know i can t just go home that the life i missed isn t there anymore
i feel sorry for those who taps and feeds from others good intentions
i realise im sounding surprisingly like every other person on this site i wish i liked mud wrestling or something a bit more outrageous i feel rather dull and dare i say average
i feel bashful under his teasing scrutiny