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 woke up feeling rather devastated
i feel like a lousy person because i really cant think of anything profound to say
i am feeling somewhat satisfied with myself for finally finishing an apron that i started making for my sisters birthday months ago
i invariably feel very optimistic and focused
i didnt feel as obnoxious as before when i didnt feel like doing anything but sulk
i am still feeling good
i want a natasha gan dress just cos i can wear it out and feel fab i want blue suede boots the colour of the ocean i want i want i want i need none of the above but it won t stop me going to chadstone tonite or tomorrow
i am not desperate for a job and don t really feel impressed to go find a job because i have one img src http randythomas
im feeling indecisive and it scares me
i feel shaky discussing it with anybody especially in public as though i m a little ball of explosive tears just waiting to spill out everywhere
i make new friends in the process i dont feel too slutty lol
i feel like im in this weird in between stage
i feel someone has been wronged when i feel i have been wronged or when i get riled up against an action i find offensive i unsheathe my sword and good lord you better look out
i feel cared for and accepted
i feel like my fear of end times is gone and i am honestly longing for home more than i ever have in my life
i feel the meal was incredibly pleasant for both of use
im sure this silly little blog is ridiculous but sometimes i just feel so aggravated
im not feeling overwhelmed by school just yet i only give that a week or so hah
i feel enthralled by the lyrics and the rhythm
i get a good feeling i get a feeling that i never never had before i thought it was so clever sticking a needle in my arm to that song
i feel impatient yet i am not fully sure what i am searching for
i am feeling spiteful
i feel shaken open as though my heart were broken into and there are no words to speak
i sink into the deep sofa and feel safe surrounded by everything i have known for so long walls choc a bloc with paintings hundreds of art books to dip in and out of
i would come inside in the evenings bone weary and covered in muck feeling like i was finally accomplishing something worthwhile something in which i could have real pride and joy
i didn t feel too hot from the swim