Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i cant give you all what i wanted to and i feel it in my aching heart my sweaty palms and my sleep deprived addled brain
ive hated pretty much every shampoo ive tried without sulfates i often feel they make my hair look dull and produce pretty much no lather i need bubbles
i know this is supposed to be a cheerfull season the christmas season but this is what i am feeling after loosing our beloved cat tigger earlier this year
i am feeling less than glam at the moment to be reminded of our lovely nuptials last summer
i feel this may be a popular topic in the blogosphere
i feel thrilled with your presence in your eyes i feel the belief in peace in sincerity
i can breathe his scent the first time i will feel his embrace if only in a friendly hug in five years
i feel like there is so much more i could be doing for the community and loving children is what i excel at
i mean how can you not feel festive when youre wearing a great big snow man on your chest
i feel like a babysitter of year olds who act like naughty year olds
i truly feel that we are family and for that i am so thankful
i need to know that it can be fixed and that i m going to feel gorgeous in this dress
i stare and feel utterly helpless
i feel accepted well we all know there are a few exceptions to the rule and like i belong
i am not sure what would make me feel content if anything
i feel like handing the kids over and saying here you think theyre so cute
i feel all agitated and moody and wanting wanting wanting
i didnt feel there was anything special about it
i am feeling a little happy with him
i actually started this about hours ago and got distracted and now the flow is all odd and my roommate is here so i feel very rude just typing away
i believe even though at the time i didn t feel i should be hospitalized i m pretty sure it was a good thing i was
i am feeling so ridiculously uncomfortable these days the rising temperatures dont help and i have added wicked heartburn to the list of things keeping me up at night
i feel fantastic physically
i feel a bit nostalgic as i wonder where my passion for writing a blog times a week has gone
i feel very strongly that the only way to eat cornbread is if its sweet cornbread with butter and honey dripping off each piece
i feel quite uncertain that the art i create and my personal brand of creative living are what im here to contribute