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 love this because to me it should leave the reader feeling confused and slightly deceived
i felt ashamed of these feelings and was scared because i knew that something wrong with me and thought i might be gay
i don t feel i need to stop being festive
i want as much of you as you are willing to give me and i plan on making you feel very generous
i just feel like lex has convinced you that youre something that youre not martha said her eyes getting misty
i care about but i feel unimportant to because they have their shit together enough so that they dont need me anymore
i feel less agitated but a bit more sad sometimes
i was feeling and was surprised when i told him i felt fine no fatigue
when i hooked a girl in kitwe she was very beautiful for my standards
i have been home for days now and am in a space that i feel comfortable and comforted in
i cant even get through schindlers list much less see the actual death chambers and feel the ghosts of the tortured around me
i started feeling hostile and i am checking my hemorrhoids
i manage to reach a conclusion after all my musings i feel somehow more resolved
i guess ive heard enough over the two months because each time i hear such comments i honestly feel offended
i hardly feel that way m usually hyper and bouncy around everyone
i may even try to make her some matching hair bows or when i feel more talented make them and sell them
i was feeling amorous
i dropped erik off feeling rather discontent with the evening
i lured him in using emoexaderistic things about my life to to make him feel like he could be the tragic hero to save this young girl sorta romance plot
i feel like staying in a barn so carefree
im choosing to feel bad and should stop is absolutely ludicrous
im feeling peaceful and im happy that i dont have to do anymore scabi im in verona my final week
i feel like i cant do anything productive while hes home
i wish it was a more comforting feeling but instead it feels strange like living the memories of someone else or maybe having woken up from a long dream or a long sleep years and finding that the trees around you have grown taller
im trying to go on how i feel hopefully next time i brave the scales i will have been good for a few days and will see a nicer number
i feel honoured that my art is in someone s home and is being enjoyed on a daily basis