Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i party wah wah wah nationalism blah yay aryans wah boo jews with there stupid brown hair blah blah should feel appreciative that we even talk to them because it makes them cool by association blah blah
i keep wondering why im hitting walls of grief and loss even while im having fun or feeling excited or enjoying some wonderful friends and pre summer time experiences
ive somehow had a few epiphanies and toned down the need for validation its still a work in progress but i feel less need to be liked by people who dont deserve the attention
i was feeling angry and jealous and deceived
i am feeling foolish for taking lb to the e
im trying to standby his mother and follow my heart but she makes me feel like its all in vain sometimes
i feel overwhelmed in a good way
i feel it is unfortunate that the community has had little more than weeks to evaluate this solution prior to the more drastic way stop proposal coming to a vote at public works
i me still feeling cold from the swim which doesnt really count as one earlier on
i read that men would rather feel unloved than inadequate or disrespected
i can wear anything and not feel bad
i feel kind of dumb
i feel like being distracted
i am however caught by the feeling that i missed out on a lot of interesting conversational banter by reading dead writers write about deader writers
i dont know where she gets her energy frombut i feel slightly shamed about how moody i feel when i havent slept well enough
i a bad person for feeling burdened by our relationship
im feeling scared im going to treat this as sacred something valuable to venerate and pretend im like a cat
i refuse to let myself feel bitter about the small sacrifices we have to make
im still feeling needy and what my human family cannot possibly give me i am looking elsewhere
i feel extremely boring
i sort of feel like one of those people who was unfortunate and lost their father when they were and life goes on
i feel terribly burdened to have to deal with the results of it lol
i start to hate the fact that whenever i post anything it would eventually end up with me writing about how lonely i feel because i have no romantic partner whatsoever
i cherish that feeling of babies asleep on my chest their amazingly sweet breath and the feeling they give me of i am needed
i basically feeling a bit grumpy most of the time coz i was hungry
i did not feel inhibited by the fact that the woman s clodia s husband sorry i mean brother i always make that slip is my personal enemy everitt