Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i feel like i am i the only one out there who is as angry as i am about suffering such loss about stupid cancer about unfairness about what is even though nothing about it is right
ive been feeling kind of bitchy lately
i find calming about these colors i dunno i guess they feel pleasant as weird as that sounds
i anticipated feeling ecstatic jubilant over the moon wired giddy
i like to look at this ring when im feeling doubtful or down and it reminds me that honestly i dont have any regrets and i know im where im suppose to be
i feel so invigorated and refreshed afterwards
i know for a fact that happiness will forever be alien to me i still feel heartbroken
i feel extremely fond of comes an avalanche of anxiety
i feel tender and disoriented
i still feel a dull ache most of the time even when not running
i feel like i get more and more frantic with no clue which way to turn what direction my life is going or if i should even care
i feel so stupid to think they will trust me
i feel as though satan doesnt want these one here so im going to be that much more determined to get this out
i can t say i was feeling the least bit inspired by the idea that i was going to be riding through weather like this at random times over the coming hrs
i still feel horrible
i didnt feel too groggy from the wine at a href http tartandheathered
ive been feeling pretty terrible for weeks so it would be hard to get significantly worse from where i was
i didnt cry but something inside was feeling incredibly doomed
im puzzled because i have been feeling him wiggle very low in my pelvis and feeling bumps and thumps at the very top of my stomach like the very top
i want to hold this feeling of shocked awe and wonder forever
i feel pleasant although im not keen on the hour shift i have ahead of me
i remember feeling hair and being confused my kids dont have hair at birth but not having the presence of mind to really process what i was feeling
i feel so unimportant to you now its not even fucking funny
i consider it a social and political duty to defend porn but as the world unravels around this company of sex industry workers i feel doomed is this the inevitable fate of porn personnel
i feel a tinge of nerves just thinking about having to talk to the handsome man himself
i have to relate it to how a subject percieves something unsavory or maybe how the meaning or feel of unsavory depends on the way we percieve our subject positions