Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel that he was desperately fond of me
i still feel horny from that little a href http blogs
i always plant a big section of lettuce and i leave it open for those pesky bunnies so that they can feel all rebellious as if they are raiding my garden
i feel like i need a artistic community or a friend or a class
im going to force him to read dianne wayne jones which even i cant read and hell develop a complex with the realisation that hes just asking questions i cant answer because hes an insecure little berk who needs to feel superior to everyone around him
i feel like nobody is giving me a chance to explain and accept that i am never going to be happy doing what they expect me to do
i feel cool because the plane has four seats instead of only two
i feel like ive been sooo distracted and i need to regain my focus again
i feel totally drained emotionally and physically the holy spirit never ceases to fill me up and speak to me
i feel so damn complacent
i feel like ive never felt this lonely or depressed or unhappy with my life but i still smile and maintain and good mood in school
i like listening to hardcore sxe music its the one thing that lets me feel rebellious while not chocolating out or spending till its gone
i feel like i am being deprived of oxygen
i guess i made her feel unwelcome though i honestly didnt mean to
i feel so fucking heartbroken
i cant sleep and re read happy posts and i go past the one about picnic day and i get so happy im like james you make me so happy i love you and then repeat as soon as i feel jealous
i feel are too special to pass up but dont have a use for myself and to hopefully offset the expense of our forays
i was tossing and turning and feeling very anxious about the fact that i was not doing this work that i felt needed to be done
i feel lame all i use is color pencils to color pokemon
i actually feel like im the completely submissive one
i feel sort of appreciative
i cant help looking back on the child i was and feeling rather jealous but i am also delighted to be living in a time when a nine year old child in some parts of the world can read a thousand books a year if she he wishes and is able to
i know what you feel like that when fake ones come i reject them without even knowing who you are
i am feeling particularly annoyed at my co workers i sometimes make the rounds of the floors finding literally pounds of white paper in the trash
i think its fair to say that in this life we all want to feel sincere connections with other people to experience bonding through similar beliefs or experiences to have true synchronicity with the people in our lives
i feel like hes too carefree to be as serious as i want him