Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i just go into these modes where i want to write then feel disgusted and do not what to write at all
i have an interest in a relationship with the person long term and an end goal in mind little spats here and there in which i feel i have been wronged are really of rather little consequence in the grand scheme of things
i get into what it actually does i feel like everyone should buy it just because it smells amazing
i feel like in spite of having so many amazing things to be thankful for life is just one big demanding wave after wave and i m being tossed around like a rag doll
i feel for him and im sympathetic because i have known people who have struggled with alcohol and drug addiction
i shouldnt feel threatened by that
im feeling quite lonely here now and its only monday of half term
i feel like my fear of end times is gone and i am honestly longing for home more than i ever have in my life
i feel comfortable with it
i mean how would you feel if euan got hauled in for murder but you knew he was innocent
i feel this way is probably because i am dumb and i try my hardest to cover it up by reading lots and lots of books or you know becoming a doctor
i am feeling quite impressed with myself because i went two directions across the top row and down the left column
i feel like a super hero now that she naps amp sleeps in her crib
i was alone in a cottage i often stay in i was woken up by a rustling sound in the middle of the night
i feel when you are a caring person you attract other caring people into your life
i feel to have the honor to be this precious little girls mother
i feel lame saying mommy just needs to pay this bill call a guy about the camper and paint bedrooms to be more neutral
im sad i feel that every heartbroken song was written just for me
i feel a strange obligation to be interested and encouraging even when the kid is clearly taking the piss
i feel the most uncertain about the project
i feel so strange and sick i have to wake up in three hours seems like everything runs in threes now days t r e e s
i remember that we would always pat my head ahaha lt i feel like a puppy and this other guy that liked me kindaish also patted me on the head too so i guess that s a good sign of harry liking me if he patted my head maybe he thinks my hair is soft sighhh
i feel a despairing sadness because after so much time working on this we have to cut ties
i feel remorseful for not making the most with them
i really want to go buy some yardage of art gallery just to play with because it feels so amazing
i counsel people who are in abusive relationships i have prided myself with understanding how they feel being a supportive resource because i get it