Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was at the cinema with my sister and her boyfriend a man sitting beside me started to stroke my leg for a while
i try not to make anyone feel uncomfortable
i am feeling quite pleased with myself at this point
i could prepare a bunch of my own dishes made in the safety and control of my home so i can at least feel safe in what ive prepared
im feeling a little melancholy as i listen to this song
i didnt need that reminder plus her words made me feel as if she saw me as pathetic
i feel so comfortable and happy with without having to be blood related to them
i feel idiotic since im going to bring completely separate issues up to him
i walk away feeling dissatisfied like i ve waited for my caffeine hit only to get a decaf
im not going to tell you to feel loving feelings toward her
i decided that i was feeling so horny that i would have to do something before i burst
i feel so amazing about taking this trip as i think ill finally be able to relax and feel comfortable at home and somehow just melt back into it
i feel guilty for protecting myself when instead i should put more effort into supporting those around me
i feel totally ignored and excluded
i came home with these bits and bobs feeling very pleased with myself and ready for some sunny british weather
id feel so defeated and id have to lick my wounds
i feel what the law states suggestions is optimistic and beneficial for employees specially all those who wish to rapidly through ramadan he or she said
i feel so guilty
i feel rebellious even
i feel like when ever i start to feel happy for a consistent amount of time it all has to end
i feel it aching in my chest
i did find myself wondering just how her stepchildren may feel about featuring so prominently in the book their relationship with valente is not always peaceful and harmonious and she does comment quite frankly on how they made her feel on occasions
i feel very blessed with how easy this has been so far
i was feeling and how rich we are
im with you when your professor looks at you like a spitball when your friend is dying when you cry into your pillow at night when you feel the dangerous tickles of jealousy luring you down into its lair
i feel for the death of this innocent child i dont trust her or her story