Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i just remember being so fully stressed out and while i had fun i feel it could have been more lively
i started to feel fine sleep wouldnt come to me
i get what shes saying but on another i feel pissed that she has to have a thick skin to put up with the crap women heap on each other
i feel extremely shitty today
i feel like this really heartbroken little year old all over again she explained
i feel shy at the fact that i love these inanimate things
i feel like an idiotic herd mentality mindless follower when i m walking down the street with a large group of people
i will probably do but for some reason i feel a bit agitated by it all
i feel a little sentimental about because i distinctly remember as a child celebrating my parents th birthdays and they seemed so
i feel that way makes me even more angry
i feel the most uncertain about the project
i was feeling melty and miserable enough myself so i can only imagine what he must have been going through
i think i agree but it does give me an extra measure of humility when i feel really stupid
im already feeling stressed without trying to sort that lot out
im supposed to be excited about my tattoo today but instead all im feeling is pissed off
i am sorry that you feel i deserve to be blamed for the friends i pick all of which are better then some of the friends i could be hanging out with getting high and drunk while underage
i feel tortured when i hear them talk or sing or laugh or cry
i got a feeling like something tragic is going to happen and im praying to god im not like kristie and that im completely wrong on this one and that everything is fine
i didn t feel particularly mad of course they say that when you are going crazy you really feel like you are becoming more sane
i feel stupid and thoughtless
i feel horrible that i had to cancel on one of my best guy friends but the trip was stressing me out because my babysitting hours got cut and i couldn t afford it
i dont know if i feel this way because i live in la and id rather be somewhere else or if its because im stressed about money work or if im just in need of a hug
i feel a little awkward about this but im going to share a poem with you
i feel confused and so uncertain of where im even at
i feel lonely i reach out and call my sister or my mom but neither one was available
i feel the eyes on me the hateful eyes on the other side of the glass that belong to the family members of my beautiful victims