Instruct: Classify the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel slightly charmed and wishful
i feel out of place because im more relaxed and informal
i feel so helpless when i look out at the world
i am feeling quite anxious about it all
im feeling pretty numb and focused on thinking about what needs to be done
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i was made to feel like it was my fault that i couldn t control my husband and his violent behavior if they even believed it existed
i asked feeling utterly useless
i feel she s frantic about controlling her message wary of others readings fearful of what meaning they might find and or create in her performance
i used to feel rejected and like it was my fault as i am overweight
i lve the fact that yu genuinely feel scared when playing this game
i feel stubborn and strong and ready to fight this disease
i want to be to be worthy of them especially when i m feeling the sarcastic crone
i get up with max and feel so exhausted that i crawl back upstairs and find sleep for another hour or so but each week i try to make sure i workout days
i do hope that some simply transferred to another benedictine monastery that they didn t all feel so disillusioned that they walked away from monastic life altogether
i should welcome feeling those that have gone before me i almost feel doomed by it
i need to learn to have to feel this much pain and suffering
i scanned through several old blog posts and i could still feel the hurt from them
i felt overly hopeful last week and now i feel like i am more resigned to waiting the next week or potentially longer
i feel a need to protect my parents against the witch hunt that repressed memory therapy can be
i was in a dark moment of my life at that precise moment so each time i read her stuff the fleeting feeling of empathy for her and her triumphs was quickly succeeded by bitterness and guilty resentment towards her
i miss them like crazy every time i think about them i feel a sense of melancholy a fervent yearning to see them to be by their side to know how they are doing
i feel about hot moms
i am struck down by the disease i feel as if i am a fake a person who could not live his truth
i dun answer him i feel very impolite but if i do answer him he will talks to u i dunno wat to do
im unsure if the color suits me ive become so used to either only wearing either nude brown berry or dark lip colors that i feel insecure wearing anything light