Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i didnt really feel like being thankful
id tell him that i feel that to cede control of our lives is the only way to prevent doomnation extremely clever play on damnation i know
i feel no i have not been the victim of a violent crime and no i have never had to deal with a girl being pregnant with my child
i was a little teary and feeling a little sorry for myself
i feel for them supporting a team that has traded a musical chairs management rotation for no proper manager at all
i have these bunch of friends im grateful to have the squad mates and the teammates but theres another bunch of people out there that made me feel so worthless because everything i try to do with them it seems so forced conversations it seems like i am forcing my words on them and everything else
i feel a strange type of peace with this go around that i never felt with ally
i feel so violent but im a paper tiger
i appreciate when he shows how he feels because i know that he is not naturally an affectionate person
i hate ever putting anyone in awkward situations and ever causing anyone to feel unwelcome such thoughts strain my heart so
i feel the suffering and i really feel the pain
i feel so useless in this
i feel so fucked like everyday of my life
i did indeed feel sentimental about this first home of ours together
i was a little worried about telling her the thing about voldemort but i know how id feel if i still liked someone and they started dating someone else
i feel a bit naughty too for making it all public but then i remembered when i was made to feel like shit and had my confidence stripped
i am feeling grouchy
i get it she feel betrayed and hurt
i lose friends because they apparently dont like that i tell people how i feel its funny how that works
i feel foolish and desperate almost for feeling so strongly about this
i feel almost embarrassed to be writing its been so long since i have
im betraying my youth and class origins here but the working world still feels very strange to me
ill feel less burdened and confused sighs
i dont know why but i feel emotionally assaulted by this fact
i cant help but feel so helpless
i feel pride that i don t have to buy a roll of quarters from the bodega on the corner and this feeling is the only thing that keeps me from being irate that our laundry room is oddly devoid of coin changer machines