Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was still feeling weird about the day before
i was feeling pretty confused about my future career goals however after seeing how creatively stimulating and fulfilling teaching can be i now feel more confident in pursuing a career in education
i sit in the middle of the most stinking the most crowded the noisiest railway platform or fish market and start reading it i will still feel as if im in the most pleasant place ever
i could ingrain in my mind all my feelings all my experiences reading it so if i hated everything that happened in the next book i could just go back to the first and pretend nothing ever happened past it
i know gay analogy but i am feeling weepy
im feeling artistic here are a couple of drawings i did in the dust on ms car after it rained a couple of months ago
i feel as much disturbed as much a fool as as that dealer in love philters paaker
i feel the corners of my mouth curl into a triumphant grin
i feel delicious thanks
i like my guests to feel like they are staying in an elegant pristine boutique hotel
i finished work at am on saturday got home and teased the other half how i was right she was wrong and i fancied roast beef with roast potatoes and the full trimmings i was feeling quite smug with myself
im feeling so jaded right now
i now feel like im finally in a position to decide whether to indulge in joyful jubilations and claim my free chocolate bar
im the solo follower at the moment but i have a feeling theres going to be some terrific stuff on there in no time
i said eventually it brings me down again not only because of the sugar that it contains which as i said ends up making me feel groggy and gives me a tummy ache but also because of the guilt i feel afterwards
when my boyfriend last told me he loved me after i gave him an impulsive kiss
i feel a whisper a friendly voice start to rise indulge until your hearts content and pay no mind
i remember wandering down a back road with my father sitting on my throne watching the trees whiz by feeling the rumble of our bike beneath us like a contented giant cat
i cant really understand my feeling cause its a mixture between bitter and a sour one which even i dont get
i feel a little disheartened with like im making an effort and getting nothing in return
i dont want to make him into someone i need or feel helpless without him
i was pretty tired feeling a little homesick and not at all in the mood to mingle
i still feel like a tragic waste
i feel gloomy upset whatever negative emotions i take a look at my colorful paint pots and it will instantly lift up my mood
i told her that we cannot continue this way and when she is starting to feel frustrated she has to let me know in a calm way
i feel that this is neither impatient nor dickish and here are some reasons why