Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i pull this out and reread it when im feeling low
i feel awkward speaking to a native now
im talking about stored up hurts and pent up rage at the feelings of feeling not accepted insecure marginalized and not belonging anywhere
im feeling pretty smug about going down yesterday instead of waiting
i feel like its the perfect time to enlist some extra help
i feel so immensely blessed that i was chosen to be little joeys mom
i needed to feel energetic and confident
i was capable of doing the same as of late ive been feeling pretty bitter and depressed and not a lot of gratitude in general
i left feeling quite dissatisfied with the whole thing specifically that she dictated to me that i should be on meds and did not discuss with me why she thought this was necessary nor what other lifestyle options there might be to reduce my risks etc
i feel like if there are pickles in the fridge everything will be ok
i feel so grounded delighted in a good mood and filled with a positive energy
i feel like my husband is being sweet with me again
i drove to class i was feeling a little apprehensive but still no sweat
i look to balance commercial titles with those that i feel could support a more artistic interpretation
i can feel it and look with eager anticipation for what is to come
i spent most of the first day feeling pissed off thanks to the tourism and hospitality workers who trump thailands comparatively feeble efforts to fleece gullible white people
im off to relax while feeling my sweet extremely active little baby wiggle around in my belly
i chugged a big ol beer on an empty stomach so now im loopy and feeling creative
i feel so virtuous writin my morning journal like here i am in a jane austen novel which is aided by the fact that mr gs computer is on a kinda
i feel as if i am going to sneeze but do not and therefore my beloved is about to think of me but does not
i wish that the girl he asked to prom had accepted his invitation that way i couldve been heartbroken and done with my feeling for him but now im just so indecisive
i feel the wrapping of the gift is almost as important as the gift itself
i feel i am completely dissatisfied with the whole world and all human characters are inconsistent
i kind of feel like i should be investing in a how to internet for dummies type book but im really not bothered by my status as an internet pariah
my roommate was rude to me
i don t feel comfortable doing it is what i m trying to say