Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i know how much work goes into the creation and i feel the author deserves a chance to prove that their work is worthwhile
i kinda feel more relaxed with this blog than with the other one
i practically got the feeling of a hostile environment
im tired of feeling like damaged goods for being a victim
i feel strongly impressed that there must be something for me to do
i feel so bitchy suddenly
i am most defensive when i feel most threatened
i feel so horrible that you had to go through all that just because you grew up a little earlier than your friends
i feel inside of me that it was not in vain
i feel unwelcome when i am with her
i feel hesitant to comment because i don t want to add to a pileon but it seems clear to me that those involved haven t learned from their past experiences nor are they interested in applying that learning to future projects
i wake up always feeling anxious not knowing why
i am so busy feeling disgusted of myself that i have no mood to revenge on them
im feeling so sally field like these days surprised by all the love and always with a brown mop of hair atop my head
i honestly hoped for you to wake up one day feeling terrible crying blood whatever
i even go further these subjects are not interesting to me in anyway because i m relating to them personally some example will be used with imaginary names to protect friend and family identity s please do not feel offended if u see your name
i love this community to death but sometimes i feel there at times we arent as supportive
i secretly feel unimportant anyways and as such find people to disrespect me which might explain why i lend this doucher my time my energy and my body and let his needs get met b my own
i always feel overwhelmed with a mixture of feelings while listening to these songs
im feeling pressured at my desk due to the piles of tasks waiting for me i will often pack up and go write in a quiet corner in my bedroom living room or kitchen
i feel very listless
i feel a little ashamed that i had such low expectations in the first place
i feel like a soda in a can shaken turbulently and flew violently out of its container the moment it felt air exchanging its freedom to you
i felt and continue to feel absolutely horrible for those who flew great distances and spent their money in hotels all for naught
i feel so exhausted from dealing with drama between other authors that i dont have energy to write
im feeling quite groggy but thats all right