Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel satisfied knowing the dirt and hair is no longer in the car and house
i bike back to my neighborhood and stop by a mall near my house and pick up a rmb tool set and take my monitor apart lcd wireless card bluetooth card isight camera so that i can bring them just the monitor casing heh i m feeling clever at this point
i feel threatened i feel fear
when people harrass me i feel oppressed by their behavior
i say no i feel guilty begins by giving you the reasons for and benefits of being assertive without being aggressive
i miss the feeling of someone actually caring about what is going on with me and how i am feeling
i always feel rushed on the way to visit no comments
i know i have an international audience but even now i feel pleasantly shocked that i can reach certain parts of the world
i feel like i am punished for having them too
i feel that a lot of my life i live in a delicate balance of clean and utter mess
i really feel amazed on how they can do that
i finally realise the feeling of being hated and its after effects are so big
i left you i was feeling pretty defeated
i feel funny without
im feeling terrible i couldnt feel worse
i can feel my stomach aching and grumbling
i begin to feel embarrassed about the way i acted and sometimes i just feel downright unloveable
i have this kind of life so my girlfriend would feel very lonely for sure
i dont read into traditions because i love them so much so to me when a stranger opens my door i dont feel offended or like he is trying to send a message to me and the rest of the world that i cant open it myself
i like to pray a decade whenever im feeling stressed or scared
i feel so embarrassed of myself for even having the nerve to post them all up for everyone else to read
i dont know whats wrong with me i try studying but i just feel like im fluffing around and getting distracted all the time
i feel burdened with the guilt of burdening her with the burden of knowing about my burden
i must not allow myself to judge the character of others and or dwell on feelings of having been wronged lest i develop serenity stealing resentments
i always feel vaguely suspicious giving my personal details to random strangers i tell myself not to give her my real date of birth
i feel dirty and ashamed for saying that