Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i don t feel like i am writing lyrics that are particularly special except that i am just hopeful that someone can connect with and get something out of what i m saying or writing about
i feel that if i surrender to what life has to offer me what life has to teach me then i can rest assured that it s all meant to lead to my ultimate happiness
i think of how many years i spent feeling furious at my dramatic perspective of the world and my extremely sensitive nature
i resented being made to feel like a bad person for not possibly contributing to the better good and to the profits of some unspecified equipment maker
i know are feeling alone
im tired of my family being so concerned about stevens man feelings when he does stupid shit that pisses me off like wrecking my expensive sweater and my pendleton blanket
i had envisioned and intended im just feeling unsure whether i got that vision and intention right
i feel less shitty
i feel more and more dissatisfied with each passing weekend
i feel rejected by all the men i like i gave up on asking why and what i did so they ran away
i feel like a dumb blonde she mumbled not realizing that alli was standing right next to her she desperately hoped she hadn t heard her say that
im closer to the end of my road than to the beginning and i feel very tender towards myself
i feel like blair just wants to be loved
i am feeling and it allows me to be distracted from my own life and caught up in someone elses even though theyre not real people
i can remember when cammie was a couple of months old looking at her sweet innocent face and just sobbing thinking about her going to school the thought that someone would hurt her feelings be unkind to her be unfair to her the thought that a teacher might be mean to her or not love her
i want all of my feelings rage and terror and longing to wash over me and fill me as the alternative is the dull anxiety of every day living
i stood inside the chabad sukkah watching the sunlight filter through the woven schach of the roof and feeling the gentle breeze coming through the open lattice walls i began to relax
i just feel terrified like im on the edge of a precipice staring ahead
i have a rough day every now and then where i feel exhausted all day no matter how much sleep i get and then im good for a week or so
i have a reminder of the joy and peace i feel in his arms i am tortured
i could be really screwed just on waiting for a sitter so i was feeling stressed
i continued to feel very submissive and continued to be aroused as well
i am glad he is ok but it makes me feel even more alone in my sadness
i feel irritated a lot
i would still feel unhappy and sad
i was feeling pretty overwhelmed and stressed out over the whole affair but a few minutes of straightforward logical there totally is a right answer algebra combined with overhearing some trigonometry another tutor and tutee were working on at the library calmed me right down