Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel disgusted by most people
i feel like if i ask them to stay for me then im being the selfish one even though they are the ones making plans that they know i cant do with them
i just finished a long day of work and am feeling a bit sentimental and its been a few weeks so i thought id get on here and write a few words
i feel hated and i feel i cant do anything right
i feel theyre getting too popular in the club pop scene leading to less effort on some of their songs
i always feel pressured when i play against someone
i didnt get anything bad just a lot of thanks and stuff that made me feel good about doing what i was doing
i trained my heart and mind to receive and believe the truth i am feeling rejected but it is only a feeling brought about by my past experiences
i try not to make anyone feel uncomfortable
i called it god because i d seen god in a book and figured god was the right name for feeling so utterly affirmed and accepted without question
i scare myself so much with these dreams wake up feeling out of control and convinced that ive hurt somebody
i often play the role of a loquacious hunters always feel superior to others than he who long off than he beautiful really a flower plug in cow dung and marry him though he be like a big grievance
i feel like a smug mom since i know i was finally not the one to cause such chaos and mayhem
i remember in particular one new years day in high school when i was feeling all tragic and melancholy and generally fifteen year old girl ish
i acknowledge that i am not actually fat by definition but feeling uncomfortable in my skin
i just feel like i need a shower and a really mellow day
i feel unsure of my footing
ive been feeling a bit paranoid like its really noticable that im off and that everyone can see that
i thought getting confirmation on publishing would make it so easy to sit down and write and it for sure is a great feeling but i am terrified
i will share my home my life and what i feel is gorgeous fun and noteworthy all the while tracking my existence day to day
im clocking in the scale in the s and i feel terrible
i only share what i feel is valuable information
when i was attacked by a teenage boy and had my wallet stolen
i find myself feeling remarkably calm
i feel that the message is too lame or something
i realise that desiring a substance to feed a feeling only compounds the desire to feed the feeling i realise ive abused substances since early childhood