Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel sympathetic to the dalai lama
i still dont feel like finishing typing about it but i just know my legions and legions of loyal readers have been clamouring for the exicting conclusion to my disney vacation
i feel quite disturbed about the whole thing and to top it off im feeling shame
i feel like i spend most of my time over thinking and over analyzing pretty much everything
i walked into the dawn treader feeling fairly skeptical and walked out with three great books one was a hardcover book in japanese that i picked up for my mom for
i really need something that make me feel cute and ready to blog and this look really make my fashion juices into work with my vintage necklace and new bracelets like this bracelet from fleet i got a it a week ago and have wearing ever since
i giggle nervously when i feel threatened
i have to emphasize the feeling of lost and found
i feel so because i feel reluctant
i feel content without knowing the rest of their story
i would really recommend taking this approach because the last thing you want is to feel disappointed when your little nugget arrives
i feel like i could be inspired there every single day
i need the cantor ministry after you made me feel that they all hated me and supported your views of me
i can t say i was feeling the least bit inspired by the idea that i was going to be riding through weather like this at random times over the coming hrs
i out of all people really dont have many proplems talking about how i feel that being said i am in love so after all i have bitched about the last months was in vain
i feel suspicious but i cant walk a way i like him i always had a thing for football players i know ive been m
i top out the climb feeling invigorated
i feel like a perverse pokemon master collecting card keys from girls i almost managed to score on ha
i don t feel so fearless
i remember sitting in my family room in dallas watching the story unfold in new york so many years ago and feeling so helpless
i trust you enough to share a pretty humiliating experience remember this and feel honoured as you guffaw at whats to come
im trying to go on how i feel hopefully next time i brave the scales i will have been good for a few days and will see a nicer number
i thought how great it must feel for the author to have created a story that has been so popular and now to come back with the story of the beginnings
i want to avoid feeling disliked
i feel that the spirit of the competition in many cases has become lost in the revenue generation machine
i no longer had to walk through the alleys of the slowly gentrified ghettos of my city to find one artist with a muffin top who took nude photos to make me feel like my body was acceptable and sadly not unique