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 sat in the car and read my book which suited me just fine i also wasnt feeling very sociable that morning due to a rather bad nightmare the night before so reading my book was the best thing to do
i did feel ecstatic as i no longer belong to that school
i feel uncertain about
i feel i ve been wronged luckily i managed to control myself and not complain or talk bad about the friend either online on facebook or offline in person
i dunno i just feel so useless
im feeling very hesitant about wanting to buy another house
i see this ad i cringe and feel disturbed
i feel like they are dirty all
i feel very helpless if i do not have any goal to reach nothing to achieve
i recognize most of the frequent posters and never feel unwelcome to a thread
i feel i should probably move on to the meat of my story before i get too distracted by the side dishes what happened to good music
im feeling distracted and a little bit flighty
i feel humiliated and i don t want to face the world
i feel horrible they wrote again and again personifying an act they were not the cause of it was their progeny who should be genuflecting at her the wronged woman s feet
i feel neglectful and while at her reception i grazed her arm as i walked by and she pulled me back and said where are you going youre way more imporant than those people but i was stoned and full of champagne and could only tell her she was beautiful and that he seemed nice
i wasnt going to do a what im loving wednesday post because i wasnt feeling like i was loving anything but as my youngest sister text me last night sometimes happiness is a choice so here it is
i teared up already i felt so stressed out and i havent been telling anyone or showing much how i feel and how stressed out i am about school
i feel pretty fucked up these days cant breathe properly
i feel not too terribly fond of the majority at this precise time
i don t think there s a woman around who hasn t felt the angst rosa feels as she deals with the death of her beloved aunt the chasm between her and her father
i would picture that rock hitting that frog and it s body being carried downstream and i would feel ashamed
i am feeling hostile enough that i even hate jim right now
i am reading something the saints have written i feel a real pang of sweet pain for the love they have for our lord
i feel like the one who is being blamed and the one who would get upset if problems arose in the future
i feel about the scratches the way i feel about my wrinkles i am fond of them and regard them as evidence of a life well lived
i mean i feel that a bgr should be treasured and not dumped like some people i know going steady having to find themselves dumped or they dump