Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i also find that it gives me a light energy lift and maybe this is my imagination but i also feel a connection and partnership with my plant friends which is a terrific way to start off the gardening season which i did in earnest this weekend and will post details of during the week ahead
i feel a lot more confident about the path ive chosen
i feel you see there is always the possibility that someone might laugh or feel disgusted and it is easier for her too to express her feelings about a story and not about her boyfriend
i feel like each year i teach i get more passionate about my job find more love for my kids and want to try even harder
i feel so disappointed
i feel neglectful and while at her reception i grazed her arm as i walked by and she pulled me back and said where are you going youre way more imporant than those people but i was stoned and full of champagne and could only tell her she was beautiful and that he seemed nice
i feel fucked church of fuck luminaries swinelord are back with a deluxe r
i feel too bitchy to do something like that to my family because theyre going through the same shit i am
i dont drink green charged water for a few days i feel irritable and disoriented
i feel like i have an ugly duck face when i see him
i haven t been here for even a year yet i can t help but feel slightly disillusioned about the peace corps ideal
i know i have an international audience but even now i feel pleasantly shocked that i can reach certain parts of the world
i like her too much to feel as if im being obnoxious and getting involved into somethign that has nothing to do with me
i feel that the life issue and posts like this one will just be met with violent and angry rhetoric
i think im just being stupid feeling nervous
i don t feel resentful i feel guilty
im not sure why i even bothered to open this website let alone this feature but as expected its left me feeling boring poor and
i walked into the dawn treader feeling fairly skeptical and walked out with three great books one was a hardcover book in japanese that i picked up for my mom for
i felt like talking too but i didn t know what to say to cause any real damage so that at least my cousin didn t feel alone not that he needed me anyway i tell you he could take on a battalion if necessary
i often find myself feeling assaulted by a multitude of sense impressions
i am at the bus stop and i hear the squeak of a baachan trolley i feel a little paranoid
a scene in a film in which one man repressed another one by concidence
i sometimes feel shitty and guilty for buying into them without actively making any choices i am about as normative you can get in terms of the fashion blogosphere
i feel the need to be distracted
i do apologize in advance if you may feel offended
i love this because to me it should leave the reader feeling confused and slightly deceived