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 am feeling like something sweet there is always fruit
i worked as an editor and part of my job was to reject manuscripts i hated it because in those cover letters i could feel the writer s anticipation and longing
i feel extremely boring
i feel delighted to be a part of the so celebrated so diversified and so enchanted womanhood of which we speak too often but forget all the same more often
im feeling kind of dumb admitting i was gloating over the fact that i had her now
i wear it i feel super safe and calm
i always feel like i should look cute when i vote
i will feel so glad to go sing me to sleep sing me to sleep i dont want to wake up on my own anymore
i frantically try to get it done and now feel frantic as i walk in the studio
i remember feeling uncertain about myself when i was young and especially when i became a teenager
i feel so dissatisfied angry and embarrassed
i feel when you should walk in to see the film you should be pleasantly surprised with the film s inherent connect
i started to feel alarmed the voices were so noisy that i actually couldnt listen to my own thoughts
i do feel respected where i work though
i feel very dissatisfied with myself
i left the place feeling heartbroken
i am feeling so invigorated and so ready to keep pushing on to goal
i find it very hard to feel relaxed for more than hours
i remember sometimes feeling relieved to be around my grandparents and older people
i look hot i get leers that make me feel like i might get assaulted
i feel in my bones like nobody cares if im here nobody cares if im gone here i am again saying im feeling so lonely people either say its ok to be alone or just go home it kills me and i dont know why it doesnt mean i dont try i try and try but people just treat me like im a ghost
i was beginning to feel fear nevertheless a stubborn person i am i swept the superstition away but i reminded myself to pay extra caution
i feel shamed that i hoped for one last christmas because i know she would never want to live life as she is now helpless and weak
i feel assaulted the new kid whined
i mean as a group thing it felt good to get in there and add something relevant for us but im still not really feeling delicious as a tool for me
i feel like i spend most of my time over thinking and over analyzing pretty much everything