Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel useful in the pulpit which i find ironic because i often question the efficacy of preaching
i left brands hatch feeling optimistic about the future said holland
i feel so idiotic all the sudden
i finally admit im feeling sorry for myself evar ok i finally admit im feeling sorry for myself if bc
i was feeling impatient and took pills
i didnt want to feel outcasted as the uptight religious mormon girl nor did i want to feel like i had to remind everyone i did not drink smoke or wear short dresses
i feel naughty by ratbagx
i also feel it is unfortunate that nearly all the readers of going to meet the man will be african americans unlike myself
i feel like i am as fearful now as i was when i first threw my leg over the top tube after my surgery
i still have the wtf feeling and regretful feeling until today though just a kiss but a stranger
i feel like i need to just face the world and stop being afraid of repercussions
i feel compassionate toward myself and my bodys new limitations which i need to become accustomed to as time takes me further into middle age and aging
i feel like we are supporting her lifestyle
i feel no joy no pride there is nothing to be admired in that foul achievement
i feel no need to offer it though i do feel a bit suspicious in the area of is she doing this just to try and lump all the people who have bothered to argue cogently with her in with the woman hating misogynists
i have rarely left a meeting feeling more angry and upset
i feel rather petty that i just dont have time to have someone talented like christine make it
i felt afraid just before receiving the question paper of the part ii exam
i can feel rejected just because someone needs to sleep
i hope that by telling them ill find out more about who i am how i got to this place in time and not feel so lost and alone
i don t feel like i have a cold i just feel sick
i sat there in the park friday night listening as he listed everything thatd happened for the past months that had made him feel shitty
i feel as defeated as i did today i wonder if im doing this parenting thing all wrong
i feel i will never escape something drawing attention to my forehead when distressed because i imagine old age will turn the scrunching into permanent wrinkles
i feel like it was a bit rushed
i feel isolated as though i am observing