Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i dont want to say the word problems and i feel like i know these will probably get resolved but man
i keep feeling like i m reaching him this last time i was so convinced that he was there that he was responding that he was listening to me but every time it just seems to all come crashing down again
i feel like i have been really cranky at school these days
i don t look beefy even though i m older now i feel dirty i feel like no one would like me because i m no one
i feel the pain of this in ways that only a tortured ti could possibly understand
i feel so resentful about having to take care of us and not getting to do what i want to do
i am normally better at avoiding the expensive pre packaged products when i go to waitrose but i was still feeling a bit shaken up from the parking issues so bought some extra bits to calm my nerves
i feel tortured by my self inducing deprecation and resentment
i feel when you dont talk to me my friend so loyal and free i dont want it to stay like this i want to have that bliss
i feel grouchy at one point then it changes to a panic then to having this feeling like someone or something is after me
i literally just text tychelle to see if she wants to hang out because reading what i just wrote about my nonexistent social life made me feel so pathetic
i will hopefully be able to feel less inhibited in my writing and not so much like i write too often
i feel lethargic and i find no more reason to move not even a full bladder threatening to burst
i will confess to you i have had moments of feeling overwhelmed and ill admit being a bit melancholy
i am feeling especially irritated
im feeling somewhat verbally lame as i listen for the eighth time to suzanne vegas nine objects of desire
i feel much alarmed at the prospect of seeing general jackson president
i guess you could say i am a loner but i feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than i feel on my own
i feel infuriated every time that the christmas season draws near
i have a sick feeling that our hour bus adventure will be in vain
i ve been feeling a bit cranky with the kids this week cranky baby whiny year old demanding preschooler so i wanted to stop and remember how blessed i really am
i am feeling a bit strange never felt that ever but should i really stop writing blogs now
i now feel compromised and skeptical of the value of every unit of work i put in
i am feeling kind of sympathetic towards camilla for that
i think i might be lacking in judgment about what matters and what doesnt but why do i feel like this is just going to go away in the most unfortunate regretful way possible
i feel terrified of the future