Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i can really decode but im sorry i have to vomit my feelings out because i am so cranky and everything is getting on my nerves
im feeling rather cranky and impatient with my little one
i want them to feel as thought it is family friendly and will be enjoyed by all ages
i will state right now that i feel strongly that someone should be punished for the hurt that was inflicted on him
i can see a lot of strain on people i can tell they are feeling pretty shitty or not what they are supposed to be pretending
i sat there for a while listening to the wind blow through the trees feeling so calm until she was finally ready to come
id feel better later in the school year
i start to feel frantic where are the candles the matches the one flashlight thats actually ashers bug light no fans in the house move beds outside boys in the bath dont touch the candles goodbye meat in the fridge
i feel heartbroken for the people of north carolina
i knew i was just feeling unsure amp scared and so i let it overpower me and i gave in to those feelings and gave up
i continue to succeed in something and having someone seems unattainable because i feel men will be intimidated or when there is a prolonged moment of silence
ive had to harden my heart to toughen my skin in order to truly protect myelf from feeling utterly devastated
i am feeling tranquil today
i cannot thank you enough for always finding a way to make me feel better
i feel more sure with where i am going in my business
i will rest in the knowledge that even when im feeling isolated i am never alone
ive ever invented hail ember and flake are probably the three that are the most me so this story feels especially vulnerable
im feeling low and forgotten
i feel a special draw toward and awed admiration for the firefighters who led the charge into the towers when everyone else was rushing out
i was making up a batch of waffles for breakfast the other morning it occurred to me that i might be feeling homesick
i feel a tinge of nerves just thinking about having to talk to the handsome man himself
i feel this is just another clever ploy played by ashraf to attempt to avoid a beating at the hands of pakistani fans
im feeling too jaded and bitter to even bother to do a google search at this time aka tltg or too lazy to google
i make this blog post i am feeling the melancholy running through my veins
i love how a whiff of a certain scent can take you back to a certain time or place remind you of a certain person and make you feel content or nostalgic
i feel drastically inadequate for the needs i feel swirling around me