Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i was feeling extremely anxious
i feel a little strange recommending this one because i wrote the first night marshal book and invited glenn to write the second
i realized i was a total idiot and forgot clarinet choir making me feel even more idiotic and stupid then i already was
i remember feeling annoyed but also wondering if i shouldn t stop and buy something
i feel sorry for the employees but if this is the way applebees ceo behaves its best if the chain is starved to death by caring consumers
i know that i was going to feel disheartened afterwards because of an unknown undefinable thing which i cannot attribute to anything at all
i wanted other women to feel envious of my figure and say oooh youd never guess youd just had a baby
i came away feeling a bit sympathetic for her because i don t think she had a chance to do anything besides what she is doing
i feel a perverse pride in my self control that i managed to stay where i was ordered and not reach for the tempting human flesh so close before us
i have really come up against some intense struggles since moving in here and i have to say i am very proud at the way we are giving each other the respect to feel however we need to feel mad stressed whatever and yet we still pull together to fix the issue
i get to my desk at nine feeling exhausted and tired and grumpy to come home and rush through my to do list and get angry that i havent finished it
i is starting to feel a bit insulted by this stranger
i fall asleep these days feeling as if the day has been worthwhile
im just feeling seriously pissed off at myself for doing something fantabulous but utterly stupid
i write when im feeling in the mood to dont let the cute face and my shyness ever fool you im here
i feel passionate about and feeling so utterly completely free
ive spent years feeling resentful and trying to curb that feeling of resentment
i feel like people are aggravated with me but why
i don t feel like i m unsuccessful when i fail at reaching a goal in my freelance writing career
i didnt feel all too devastated until i saw people running from the smoke and all
i feel like hiding to prevent others from exposure to my decidedly unpleasant expression of anti christmas cheer or the bah humbugs as i like to call it
i feel like i am i the only one out there who is as angry as i am about suffering such loss about stupid cancer about unfairness about what is even though nothing about it is right
i feel so pretty and glamorous
i was feeling optimistic and actually ran the first couple miles at probably a pace
i feel hurt and i decide not to say that i am hurt but instead make up a story that takes the other person off the hook for being rude mean or unkind to me
i feel for you despite the bitterness and longing