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 felt the bubbling feeling and pretty soon i was at my peek and climaxed on her hands and her cute little dress
i know i totes feel like a valued and equal person to my coworkers while theyre laughing over shutting women up
i went home that day feeling very discouraged at all of the ground that i had to make up but with my heart set on fulfilling my destiny
i am feeling really needy right now
i go to church i ll probably sit in the back feel awkward and not talk to anyone
i feel an angel steal me from the greedy jaws of death and chance and pull me in with steady hands theyve given me a second chance the artist in the ambulance can we pick you off the ground more than flashing lights and sound
i feel so hated and useless sometimes i even ask myself why havent i killed myself yet
when i failed the entrance exam of the medical school and was studying biochemistry which has no job prospects in zambia
i always feel awkward
i constantly feel lied to and wronged by them i love these people to death
i feel a little strange recommending this one because i wrote the first night marshal book and invited glenn to write the second
i feel god calling me there and if he wills it i ll be a priest for him and the rest of the faithful
i feel bad about school
i feel our children are caught up in these unfortunate situations by no fault of their own and they so deserve to have a voice and someone to be there just for them and their best interests
i think i am still feeling a little groggy from that
i am feeling weird and feel wanna know
i still find myself visiting there on my blah days when im feeling lost on how to obtain the joy of a peaceful existence
ive also made it with both sugar measurements but i feel like cup is just too sweet for me
i feel so stupid to think they will trust me
i discussed previously in my last blog post how apprehensive audiences have become towards bathrooms they automatically feel nervous which has become a fantastic trope for horror fiction
i laced my shoes and pounded out those feelings on the hot black pavement before me
i am bothered is that he might changed his feelings once he get back in us and leave me heartbroken
i feel he is loyal to his staff to a fault
i really feel like i have a lot to offer in this area i would like to focus on troubled teenagers
i just feel so helpless i know deke s going to die and i can t do a fuckin thing about it
i feel ashamed and embarrassed every time someone is executed in the us