Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i go to bed feeling triumphant
im deep in a budget spreadsheet i feel that im someplace where i dont do my most creative work
i thought maybe it was just my hands feeling funny but i touched my hair with my totally clean forearm and it became sticky
i feel really bitter
i can only feel sympathy for you if you are suffering
i got a very nasty electrical shock when i was tampering with some electrical applainces
i am in caretaker mode i feel disillusioned with the computer
i remember driving home and arriving home feeling very mournful
i feel like a greedy little traitor i m looking looking among these covers hey little snotface take me
i feel petty even though the thoughts arent real fleshed out thoughts just these fluttering i should feel like this kind of thoughts
i did behave the same way when she was going through all this maybe i was the same or acted the same i don t think i did but i guess it is a matter of perception but when it happens to you you feel devastated
i never realized just how awful my mother has been feeling about her lack of energy and independence until i had this operation and have been so wimpy and tired
i feel so passionate about it and know this is where god wants me to be but i am human and i do have flaws and short comings
i have the emotions but have learned that to feel them to let myself become agitated or excited means that my heart and heat jumps the regulated limits of what can be sustained
i like about dating him is how outgoing he is which makes me feel more at ease because im somewhat shy
i only have three words to describe my feelings after viewing them im not impressed
i feel like a soda in a can shaken turbulently and flew violently out of its container the moment it felt air exchanging its freedom to you
ive just been feeling so submissive recently
i feel like i missed most of my precious summer
i feel heartbroken for bryan
i finally feel i have accepted nashville as home
i buy books about people i feel are equally fucked up as i am or books about zen approaches to shitty situations
i have had the luxury of expressing myself and my feelings without the fear of getting beaten up or scolded
im feeling stressed about this more than i should
i broke my uncles radio player accidentally and so i feared that he was going to cut me off from going to his house as well as playing it again
i look down feeling alone and wantig to be that way