Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i can t decide whether to go with low hung or low slung feel free to leave a preference in comments and i m aware i ve now moved on from death to embalming
i feel like its not worth trusting him
i can control is me and if people feel that i wronged them i will try my best to fix it but some people you cant make happy
ive been feeling jealous lately of bloggers going off to author readings and book si
ive been feeling kinda gloomy lately
i cannot and i feel a strange sadness for a thing that i m now ready for but cannot do
i feel tortured a href http lawrencewashington
i feel like every day is a blur of running being irritated with my son and doing something pertaining to making dinn
ive been feeling a bit overwhelmed with the whole marathon idea lately
i wish we could have a huge collective book club about it because i think these conversations are critical during a time when people are feeling increasingly fearful unsettled and disconnected
i bring this up because i am feeling increasingly nostalgic for a game ive never played
im feeling a bit suspicious
i feel a little ashamed that i had such low expectations in the first place
i feel low or exhausted i either watch this movie or listen to this poetry
im honest when i say a part of me feels tortured as though this is part of the system of function in your life the one that allows you to order and manipulate people in such a way so that they are lined up and positioned to serve their prupose when you should need them
i think my hair is feeling confused
ive been feeling really pumped about running again this is very strange
i feel selfish on the days i dont feel well and want to be left alone in my misery
i cant help feeling a strange variety of relief for that
i think i spent too much of my young life feeling romantic to have much saved up for adult me
i enjoyed today because hes a darling but its a long time since ive backed a horse and i have to admit to feeling a little hesitant as to where to go from here
i think about it i feel a little ashamed of myself because ive been blogging regularly all year and it hasnt been that much of a struggle
i suddenly feel the desire to press my face against the window and silently scream like a doomed urbanite in one of the myriad of disaster movies that always take place in new york
i feel guilty for protecting myself when instead i should put more effort into supporting those around me
i feel violent wanna kill someone anyone or kiss them
i am feeling more like me except a little weepy