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 feel rotten for that but i was so mad at the whole situation i could have thrown a temper tantrum myself
i am so sick of feeling worthless and useless and miserable
i feel all slutty for some reason oh wait i know ive had like guys talk to me about sex and stuff one guy dave was like
i am still working through the guilt of feeling selfish for self preservation without the justification that i must survive to bring up my babies
i was just ungrateful and selfish for wanting a life or wanting something more or at least feeling valued and respected
i feel that it was a good investment to make this building into a restaurant
i actually thought i would feel bothered being their since ehb and the other woman ow spent quite a bit of time together there but i didnt feel much of anything
i guess i feel a little vulnerable because i have to undergo all these physical changes in front of the whole world and it seems a little daunting
i never got that i m too full feeling except for the couple times i ate sweet potatoes and trust me i was eating a lot
i feel joyful inside
i don t feel so nervous doing new things anymore i have more of an this is what i have to do and i will do it type of attitude rather than an i really hope i dont screw up type of attitude
i feel when juggling all of the fine details that go into a professional writing career
i sound desperate and pathetic to myself but i feel frantic in my need for him
im left feeling paranoid and like it keeps getting harder to feel happy
i am not feeling very clever or creative
ive had a long road of that initially feeling like i was being rude for turning down food that was made brought for me and sometimes eating stuff because it was gluten free and looked delicious even if it maybe wasnt what i felt good about eating some really mediocre wedding cake for example
im really excited for her birthday but feeling super nostalgic about it
i have to feel that the person is being truthful with me
i didnt feel that i was caught in a limbo between carefree and responsibility
i feel like im a violent mother
i feel fairly sure readers will continue to pay for fiction
i do feel offended and i think justly
i reached down to feel what that strange sensation was and i felt something there
i feel that everyone is entitiled to their opinion and that opinion should be respected
i feel after venting to a notebook is amazing
i feel overwhelmed by the fast pace of cities