Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i am feeling triumphant i bang my helmet hard into a beam that they all pass easily under
i feel a positive responsibility to see this through to reward our efforts and to make sure were all proud of the end result
i forgive myself for accepting and allowing myself to feel humiliated and rejected because someone was chosen over me
i feel like these are very boring sewing makes since they are so easy and there is nothing else to say about them than my fabric usage
i look like i worry that i will always feel inadequate
i feel totally awful and end up going through that whole nightmarish surgery and feeling good was just around the corner
diagnosis that i have a stomache ulcer
i just feel like being selfish and really live my life
i feel the eyes on me the hateful eyes on the other side of the glass that belong to the family members of my beautiful victims
i were to create a piece similar to this again i would improve on it by spending more time on the background as i feel i rushed this and it could have been more detailed
i pulled myself off the blanket and bed was really feeling rather gloomy
i was feeling discouraged and disgruntled and i was a href http tracifishbowl
i feel rude about going to the bathroom when she s in there
i kinda feel like being rebellious a libertine you know
i feel like telling these horny devils to find a site more suited to that sort of interest the playboy if there is one forum perhaps
before getting back the results of a test in school
i am feeling blessed that i live in america have a wonderful family and that dorothy kelsey was a part of my life
i go out with friends but it feels inadequate
i did not want to feel discouraged looking at a gain
i feel like calling them bitches but it wasnt exactly bitchy coz it wasnt intentional but i could call them ungrateful inconsiderate selfish ok ill say bitches
i perform a submarine cartwheel before i feel a violent tug on my ankle as my board gets hauled towards the beach
i am struck down by the disease i feel as if i am a fake a person who could not live his truth
i feel in love with the weight watchers program and was faithful to count my points
i feel like a doll which has been abused
i admit i walked into third wave cafe feeling a little apprehensive but what appeared to be a run of the mill cafe turned out to be a restaurant with great personality and even greater food
i knew i was feeling agitated irritated and depressed all at the same time