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 will sit there for a month while rich and carol go home for christmas by the way they did not put any lights on me this year i am not feeling very festive right now
i like her a lot as a person but i cant help feeling less that what she is she has my dream jobs shes more sociable shes a combat trainer
i feel alan clay who is rather pathetic has a huge mass on the back of his neck that he is convinced is cancer
i feel strange
i like to be comfortable and usually silence helps although at times i absolutely need music and a couple of hours off just so that i don t feel rushed
i didnt feel any emotional pulls toward anyone except the lord
i do feel that you are a little needy because of the tone in your note to me
i can t even feel outraged by it
i feel quite devastated when i have to rush away sometimes
i was already packed didn t want to wait around for her to talk to her friend was feeling irritable tired and eventually gave up on trying to go in the first place made me feel more down about my situation
i feel jealous when i know he go out with other women
i feel and im irritated by it
i could genuinely connect and enjoy instead of withdrawing and feeling resentful
im just feeling very delicate today
i made it to work but i am feeling a little groggy
i will look better and better to him in time and he will feel stupid
i talk about in this essay is that people feel differently about poetry when they re angry or sad
i think its just a subconscious acknowledgement about my feelings towards eddie eg ignored
im feeling so jaded right now
i just feel distressed i dont know why though but i do
i start feeling angry i need to actually stop and figure out what im really feeling so i can deal with life in a more balanced way
i sometimes feel all nostalgic and feel the need to go back and look at some of my old blog posts and all i can say is that without knowing it they record and hold so many memories
i can see a dramatic improvement in my skills on the dubied already and feel that with practice i could produce lovely work in the future
i think came from the weird catholic way we d been raised to feel ashamed about sex
i feel treasured i feel loved i feel ive done more than just pursue the craft i adore and make a living from it and more than just fulfil the only real ambition ive ever had of becoming a professional writer
i kept feeling like i missed something and i needed to go back and re read