Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i do feel picoult is a talented writer the subject matter put me in a state of depression
i feel that the project went smoothly and successful however i did hit a few obstacles such as issues with my memory stick corrupting however i soon managed to resolve that through back up
i can t believe i feel so petrified
ive told my mom and my friends and they all react as if i told them im joining the circus and it makes me feel so isolated
i did develop unknown feelings for him i think thats the reason why i feel like ive been settling for all the other guys who liked me
im normally a strict pray gods best girl but i can barely handle the torment i feel wrestling in sweet boys heart
i get this sudden feeling that i am completely annoyed at him
i have a feeling there will be many sarcastic quotes in this and future posts about him yikes
i feel nervous i dont feel super confident that i have it until i have the trophy
ive been feeling a little stupid because i dont know how
i feel humiliated when mistress watches me mince into bed wearing my frilly pink bloomers and pink babydoll
i am afraid that once again i will feel hopeless and lose all of the peace that i gained after my last episode
i am kind of feeling melancholy because of the recent tragedy in bontoc you know when we were there you do get the feeling that every turn is the last turn you are ever going to make in your life
i attended a session in the pub afterwards and i m feeling a bit tender this morning
i did not feel like i was on the edge and it got to a point where i wasn t bothered about who wins and to hell with it whether this fight will even end
i just feel so overwhelmed by the feeling of balance that i just
i realize i should be extremely grateful for your act of kindness lord i m feeling quite distressed at the moment
i feel like my house is constantly dirty because i truly hate cleaning especially when i m tired
i just feel very cheated and quite frightened that i was invaded like this
i feel like that nurse reluctant to know where to start but optimistic that we can do one thing to help
i seem to feel some fondness for this curious old man
i just feeling particularly nostalgic that day
i feel like i had this bitchy undertone the whole convo like kinda sarcastic
i can feel violent biff whole length is hit by thunder same desire fire is ignited very quickly
i feel people around me do not understand it they have no acceptance that i might need to grieve and suffer not only from the loss of my mother but the grief of never having a loving relationship expressed in ways i would want
i knew i needed to get over there but had been dragging my feet a combo of feeling intimidated by the language barrier and the kids nap schedules