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 can see them or feel free to post photos to the a href http facebook
i feel lucky every single day for it
i feel extremely boring
i feel sooo bitchy that i made out with devin
i try that i just feel that im being judged by eyes that only see me as a weird and vain bastard who thinks so much of himself
i feel like my brain is going to expload and its going to be messy and painful
i feel like im really settling into my life here and like im finally back in the spain that ive missed for more than years
i me still feeling cold from the swim which doesnt really count as one earlier on
i had this strange feeling that she was incredibly distressed
i just feel enraged and impotent seemingly unable to enact the change i want to see
i feel selfish but i think it s about time i was
i dont have the hatred for juice that i had last night at this time but im not feeling too fond of the veggie smell in my kitchen
i feel a bit shamed but here it is dr
i can also song write without feeling all bashful about it and play music and my guitars without anyone telling me to turn it down
i am feeling deeply offended big hurt feelings in fact
i feel im being hated
i mean i am kinda feeling disturbed when subaru is close to me
i should say its giving him that sweet little feeling of being fucked
i am talking purely about feeling here but i just didnt feel that emotional when the boy was killed
i feel equally morally outraged regardless of whether its michigans or new yorks governor sleeping with prostitutes behind his wifes and daughters backs
i stop feeling so mad i ll stop behaving like this
i ve been feeling a bit cranky with the kids this week cranky baby whiny year old demanding preschooler so i wanted to stop and remember how blessed i really am
a group of youngsters dressed in fads talked foul language on a bus they also insulted the pedestrians on the road and were impolite to the passengers of the bus
i see the more i feel is fake
i feel this way as this version of myself gentle gazing i realise something over and over again
im writing again but feel like discarding it because of lack of supporting ideas