Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i just feel like lex has convinced you that youre something that youre not martha said her eyes getting misty
i feel joyful of my new beginning
i am not feeling horny im just letting baba see the emote
i don t feel devastated
i don t really know what the suicide attempt accomplished other than me feeling ashamed embarrassed and stupid
im thinking of locking myself in my house until i manage to get it all organized but i have a feeling i may become as cranky and isolated as this dear friend a href http
i hate that feeling when im about to do something then i get scared and almost turn around and walk away
i woke up this morning feeling not grumpy but just not in the best of moods
i feel humiliated by the person who phoned
i included my feelings but no violent acts were committed against her
im feeling stupid feeling stupid coming back to you
i never want her to feel the pain of struggle of suffering
im feeling enraged at another persons actions i have to consider what i was thinking about in the moments prior to the incident
i didnt smoke in the house or car but i can remember feeling so agitated on the way home from anywhere
i still feel annoyed and the older sd is always sick with something and i mean always
im slow about this but it does feel weird returning to a home without your mum anymore
i feel so hopeless and usually just want o scream
i feel naughty a href http www
i walk in a conventional classroom my senses feel assaulted by all the stuff on the walls hanging from the ceiling and covering all the surfaces
i feel like im loving them even more now that im working again i appreciate every snuggle and feeding just a little more since i miss so much when im gone
the first day i visited the hospital i was disgusted because i experienced offensive smell which i never expected i nearly ran away from the course
i read listen to music do various other things but am feeling unhappy with myself
i feel like i missed my calling id be a damn good special ed teacher
i sometimes feel all nostalgic and feel the need to go back and look at some of my old blog posts and all i can say is that without knowing it they record and hold so many memories
i talk about in this essay is that people feel differently about poetry when they re angry or sad
i feel as though i broke the plane if he is there then ill be aware and use my faith to wish him gone