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 wish i could be there for all the people who i feel i should be there for and supporting in these times
i vow to be gasp nicer to everyone not just a select few marybeth and isabella lol i will say what i feel and not cover up something sweet with something shitty
i am writing this on a sunday evening feeling considerably more relaxed well sort of than i did this time last sunday and also at the end of what has been a long stressful but ultimately rewarding week
i came to review however im not entirely sure what it is that leaves me feeling somewhat dissatisfied and a bit brassed off that more didnt happen
im feeling less than thrilled about having to go back to my second choice donor now that mr
i listen to the hurricane rain outside the window i feel a little melancholy
i would feel even more clever had i actually intended to do that
i am at a point where i dread anyone asking me for anything because i feel like it is just one more opportunity for me to fail at something and that is a very horrible place for me to be
i feel we have ignored the talents achievements and skills our our female politicians instead seeking moreso than male politicians to concentrate on their pasts
i am going to several holiday parties and i can t wait to feel super awkward i am going to several holiday parties and i can t wait to feel super awkward a href http badplaydate
when i broke my leg i felt fear
i know is my feelings were innocent
i am feeling uncertain and insecure and fearful
i feel complimented or insulted
i firmly believe that you shouldnt have to spend a lot to look feel fantastic and i love mixing style steals with higher end items
i am feeling a bit agitated or stressed i find a surprising amount of relief from cleaning and decluttering my house or even just a small space like a closet
i hate these feelings of not being complacent
i feel i am a heartless cold bitch
i remember feeling so hellip furious with the shooter
i guess thats why i bought some black nail varnish cos i was feeling rebellious
i just listened to ed and then after feeling regretful i just laid on the floor with a sore throat and my heart beating in strange rhythms
im currently feeling way fucked up with the mother tongue paper
im feeling increasingly comfortable with the return of laddies marking skills
when i failed the entrance exam of the medical school and was studying biochemistry which has no job prospects in zambia
i feel like a useless bastard
i find myself trying to discreetly smell his breath but then feel guilty for being so suspicious