Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i didn t feel frightened i m rarely scared of any place but i couldn t help feeling uneasy in the company of so many big groups of men and the only woman visible anywhere
i do actually feel frightened having seen what my mother went through in her treatment for a malignant melonoma
i was feeling pretty triumphant i had held a little conversation with the cashier and she didn t realize i was deaf
i want to be a federal prosecutor and dc feels like the perfect place to pursue my legal career
i feel as one with the trail without being totally punished by it
i feel desperately unhappy if this is me missing richard then i can t handle it it s too much i ve had enough of it i m a mess i know it s not me i still feel like myself
i feel like crap for being ungrateful
i feel agitated and simply irritated
i am stone and even with only the cm thickness i do not get anywhere near to feeling the slats supporting the mattress except when i sit on the edge unsurprisingly
i feel like a child who got one lick of the most delicious lollypop ever
i see lovers i feel envious i want someone to be there for me
i feel so emotional when i saw those touch flusher but the position is still on the back when youre in seated position
i said though i am feeling gloomy
i feel totally lame but i have no idea what to blog about today
i told her i don t think she appreciates just how prevalent my feelings of unreality are that i see myself as damaged broken beyond repair and the thought of living another fifty years like this is unbearable that everything feels overwhelming
i have to say however is that is is awfully difficult to feel glamorous and sensational in all this heat ash stench greasy hair and your basic post yeast infection mode
i started feeling funny last monday i just knew i was pregnant
i often play the role of a loquacious hunters always feel superior to others than he who long off than he beautiful really a flower plug in cow dung and marry him though he be like a big grievance
i feel so deprived since i know nothing about the first battle of bedriacum
i feel pleased with myself when i see you proud of me
i feel foolish
i think that for as much as i could feel myself trying to hide it my face must have betrayed the fact that i was none too pleased about being woken at such ungodly hour in the afternoon
i am comfortable and confident with feeling safe as i meditate
ive played fps games and each time ive left feeling like it was an mentally emotionally dangerous thing to do that i had to switch off an important part of my brain just to play it
i feel their energy i feel a joyful sweet enthusiasm for life
i feel humiliated and i don t want to face the world