Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel like the most moronic naive individual on the face of the planet right now
i feel troubled deciding whether to go to this hot pot thing at pm or not
a scene in a film in which one man repressed another one by concidence
i love to inspire students to be creative and most of all i love the moment when they create something that makes them feel successful
i feel just insulted
i wish i can wake up and find peace see little kids flying their kites catch hope and not only feel it but taste how delicious a four letter word can give me the shelter i need
im reminding myself to feel calm
im feeling confident about it
im guessing with everyone standing there she was feeling timid about moving through the crowd again
i persevered and km later im feeling pretty smug
i feel im like a bird flying in the air in a very carefree manner
i feel very stunned that people got it in a big way
i am ashamed when i feel like that the moment i see terrified crying children and dead ones
i anticipated feeling ecstatic jubilant over the moon wired giddy
i was still feeling pretty good
im kind of feeling nervous and anxious about all the shit i have to do today
i need to see in the wild before i feel completely satisfied but for now i can say that at least we fulfilled the whalentee
i was so honoured that this young woman felt comfortable enough to ask me i had kind of a faux hawk thing going on back then so i must have looked dykey enough for her to feel safe talking to me
i thought it would be fun and therapeutic and that i would feel useful and helpful by keeping up her blog
i love working for myself being able to set my own hours and writing about something i feel so passionate about
ill feel a little more sympathetic towards them but until that day
i read your kindly feelings to the ones who are the very cause of your disruption you are a splendid person of the highest moral character i salute you
i know im probably preaching to the choir on this one but i feel very passionate about the health and well being of my american friends who i love dearly
i feel weird sharing that but this is the source of some of my greatest insecurities
i feel terribly like cassandra locking myself in attics and barns to write in beloved journals warmed by my ginger cat mine huckleberry and hers abelard
i miss the feeling of feeling amazing