Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i also potted up this fuchsia grown from a cutting last year my first attempt at taking cuttings and of which im feeling rather pleased with myself
i ran upon it while looking for a cute saying to add to address change cards planning ahead and feeling positive
i went miles and it wasnt that i felt tired but i noticed that my bottom parts or the front of my pelvic bone was feeling numb and sore
i for thanksgiving complete with lb suspiciously moist turkey and traditional stuffings and with the final death of thanksgiving i can look around and go ahhh and start enjoying the holidays rather than feeling assaulted by them
i had the feeling that i missed something as characters moved from place to place
i even like to play with my negative feelings by becoming curious
i also find that during those times when i feel victimized by his loss i dont feel him near me at all
i still feel like i look messy and its no use to try to change it
i feel like this never get impatient around sharp objects as it will inevitably lead to tears
i am feeling incredibly restless
i carry the usual guilt of feeling selfish and self centered if i spend time or anything on myself
i feel a bit dissatisfied with my current network
i feel ignored and if he does message me tomorrow should i do the same to him
i want to give up feel distracted or just need to remind myself of what i am working towards
i didnt feel insulted though
im just not fully feeling it on an emotional level
im gonna end up pressuring myself and feeling really disappointed when i get to doing the actual thing and its on tuesday and i really should study but i cant jhbdjhdfbjdfhbfd or maybe when i get off this comp ill go start typing stuff up
i feel like i should be more bothered by this topic but for some reason im sor
i feel devastated disgusted and betrayed
i see lyman i just feel more and more amazed about us
i watch her silently feeling dazed from my memory loss
i feel afraid to have a voice and im just a guest
i feel like doing or not doing its mind numbingly dull to debate the nuances of the women this and men that model
im going to have to spend the next five hours listening to three days grace to work it out of my system and you know how i feel about their rebellious apostrophe neglect
i already feel like im being tortured by not having any
i should feel all weepy