Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im wound a little too tightly for it i remember the paranoid feelings more vividly than the mellow ones
i began to feel such a strong connection to several of them
i have also learned it takes a lot of effort and positive thinking for me not to break down in tears over feeling exhausted and guilty for not being a better mom
i don t have that much money and as i say that i once again feel so fake and unappreciative because i have so much more than the other of this world
i might be feeling a bit cranky
i never thought id feel so much as a jot of sympathy for hussein whom i always viewed as a jumped up petty thug whatever my thoughts may be about actions against his administration
i feel suspicious of wrinkle prevention beauty products for some reason
i feel more in control and less frightened about my headaches and migraine attacks excellent service
i still dont feel like finishing typing about it but i just know my legions and legions of loyal readers have been clamouring for the exicting conclusion to my disney vacation
i remember feeling surprised that i had the option not to listen
i know like the recommendation function in modern web shops while it feels a little bit strange to see the product you ve just searched for in a web shop on a totally different site s advertising
i feel tortured a href http lawrencewashington
i actually feel sorrowful
i need to eat bread for breakfast and constantly feel the need to snack or munch on something sweet or savory by pm
i still have not received any letter from moe and i admit that im starting to feel slightly troubled about it
i aimlessly do whatever i feel like doing with no sense of rhyme or reason and get easily distracted and start something else bouncing pointlessly without finishing what i started
i feel like a failure like i m so fucked up that i have to be medically managed
i was feeling overwhelmed
im feeling afraid
im feeling very agitated right now
i feel so because i feel reluctant
i want nothing more than to continue this journey empowering women who because of their illness feel helpless and isolated
i was feeling pretty bitchy and horrible but dont worry
i somehow feel distraught and hopeless
i love the feeling of the cold nipping at my nose while im in warm clothes
i am at the bus stop and i hear the squeak of a baachan trolley i feel a little paranoid