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 sorry for writers because even drecky writers can pay to have a pretty good cover done for them
i feel dismayed for them
i wake up it hurts knowing that i could have ever possibly done anything to hurt this person to ever make him feel pain or lack of trusting
i normally like some lettuce and tomatoes in my burger for moisture in their absence in this burger made the meat feel particularly rich and juicy
i feel very bitter that i am supposed to be providing this privileged space to someone else and i dont get it
i watch her gather her little blocks and tuck them under her belly like a little red hen coo and cuddle her soft baby doll and look with interest at other babies i can t help but feel thrilled that she s our firstborn
i feel satisfied and pleased after getting good marks in exams or praise from teachers for good performance
im feeling more vulnerable writing about this than i do writing about my melt downs mishaps and toddler challenges
i feel less weird about my premature graying that started
i feel as if my husband s life is valued and the duty of care towards him is taken seriously
i feel a funny mix of emotions
i know that i feel more successful now writing a blog in my sweatpants while my baby sleeps on me than i did when i commuted on trains and ferries with a business card in the pocket of my armani blazer
i feel like theyre perfect if youre too lazy to fix your hair
i feel very happy and excited since i learned so many things
i feel so accepted
i feel paranoid like we just stepped into a private club where everyone knows each other and we are standing out like nudists at a suit convention
listening to my roommate boasting about her new clothes
when i happen to witness some sadistic acts
i am feeling overwhelmed with excitement and anxiety as i prepare for my flight to florence in a few hours
i knew i had reached there after the continuous bumps that made me feel obnoxious due to the devastating condition of the roads
i was bursting to feel the inside of this delicious woman s cunt
i brush it to the side or tuck it behind my ear only to feel a few rebellious strands escape and tickle my cheeks and my lips i realize im not the one in control
i experience genuinely great i feel delighted
i just couldnt help feeling a little bit bitter towards his great big happy grin
i am breathing well and feeling quite lively and upbeat
i feel like that leaves me as the artistic equivalent of the crack between couch cushions