Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i actually feel lame because its such a much lighter workout than the px but im able to push harder and i dont dread it so much
i left feeling pretty disappointed in my casting skills
i feel appalled at my sadness and hurt
i didn t feel accepted
i feel like im just not passionate about anything anymore
i am sure the vast majority of decent working class people feel insulted about being derided as unable to be respectful towards referees and are the parents who watch their child s match shouting abuse and swearing etc
i feel pretty confident in saying this
i feel like this inside theres one thing i wanna know whats so funny bout peace love and understanding
i was feeling cold and wet most of the time
i ask about his wife annulment case he feels so irritated and kept on telling me it is on the process
i didnt go into with any cardboard goals i feel i have been very successful with how turned out
i need to feel like my time is valuable
i am feeling a little uncertain as i am waiting to hear from my land lady to confirm a date and receive my contract
i feel too smugly virtuous about re using old textiles to feel bad about a few extra seams in a thing
i am feeling a bit nostalgic so decided to take a tour through my memory lane
i see and feel and who knew i could get so angry in putting a key in the lock i want to punch someone s face every single time i put my key in the lock i know that i must keep on going
i just feel skeptical
i do have some pictures in my head of stuff i d like to sew when i get a chance if i m feeling brave i will blog about these projects if for no other reason to make others feel better about themselves
i feel like sometimes i am not important at all
i feel so extrememly bitchy today that ive done something i have never done in my years of life
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 really wish i had the courage to drag a blade across my skin i wish i could do it i wish i could see the blood and feel that sweet release as it starts to pour out of my flesh and down my body
i feel a strange sense of legacy
i feel like the only intelligent person here right now
im feeling a little stressed out about it but i cant do much right now because im waiting for a couple of tax returns in the mail and a letter from jasons employer which is taking quite some time
i want someone i know to know all my thoughts and feelings or do i want to keep all my loyal and faithful readers