Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i am a runner probably i would really feel far more safe in the title
i watched a football match with my old friend the performance of the team was very good and the team members were full of spirit the match was excellent and every time a goal was scored i felt excited
i feel like i am coming into my own really caring about myself and what i am feeling thinking doing
i just feel like i m being a total pushover at the moment which anyone who knows me knows that i m not a pushover generous and willing to give the benefit of the doubt but not a pushover
i look around at the people around me and i feel almost slightly envious about how they have a way of motivating themselves sitting down and studying so hard
i don t feel alarmed and wonder if i should
i was warming up starting feeling a little lethargic
i stopped looking for a solution to my problem and i stopped feeling like i have to be dissatisfied
i am fascinated with the structure and function of the brain its so incredible that everything we think and feel all our memories and emotions are created and stored in this strange convoluted structure
i hear such stories i feel cold
i feel more loyal to lucy
i feel lethargic instead which is almost worse
i feel a bit stupid for writing that but it s true
i am feeling less than glam at the moment to be reminded of our lovely nuptials last summer
i this feels rebellious to me
i feel is a lousy diagnostician
im freaking out worried feeling rejected
i feel all betrayed and disillusioned
i screwed my brows together when i realized this reaction and pondered what could possibly make me feel so fond of a stranger
im beginning to feel like i know the terrain ive lived numb for so long now numb feels like norm thats where the story ends and this is where the fairy tale starts im beginning to feel happy
i suddenly feel the desire to press my face against the window and silently scream like a doomed urbanite in one of the myriad of disaster movies that always take place in new york
i feel that pain now and am fearful that i will have to endure that for many years to come
i feel slightly snobbish
i was feeling quite impressed with myself for taking just eight months to finish just the lyrics for one fairly simple though sufficiently tortured emo song
i wake up feeling dazed from deep slumber and convoluted sometimes exhausting dreams a bit like a href http skdd
i started to drape the ties on and get a feel for how it would look and i hated it