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 eggs benedict i ll have something equally delicious
i almost feel as if i am paving the way to the more pleasant memory that prabhupada saved me and that my life now is real
i feel like a rag doll badly abused
i feel like the supporting literature cited in this section is not only scarce but also badly presented
im awake as usual at am and lie there feeling reluctant until am when i get up and slink around in the dark getting dressed
i already feel sympathetic to tatsuma and aoi
i reflect back on all the beer i drank i feel shamed
i feel that should hurt more than is does she grimaced
i feel isolated and alone in my trade
i know the playwright robert reid socially and i feel a bit weird being so critical of work by someone im kinda sorta friends with
i feel that artists should be supportive of one another not stretching to find ways for others not to be able to express themselves in their love of art too
ive been feeling homesick for several months probably since christmas
i don t feel that my society has accepted me whole heartedly
i can t help but feel jaded
i just decided to put a closure on the irritant and avoid them altogether or make their presence feel equally unwelcome
i truly am i feel so disillusioned with the world after years of believing in helping others and getting immense joy from doing so
i am end up feeling devastated that i have borne such a social monster
i cant help feeling mad at this man
i think i am starting to feel jealous
i feel like it dirty src http i
i do feel sorry for you
i know you feel tortured reading this
i remember feeling overwhelmed and noted the particular smell off the city mostly cigarettes and people with wafts of charred something
i know its too late to crawl back to you but im feeling so alone
i want to find my essence and my substance and not feel so scared and empty and dispersed fragmented etc
i feel foolish