Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i just feel humiliated and stupid that i didnt realize that all these things were only pushing you farther away from me
i would feel boring rejected or just downright unlikeable
i dont know you or what your going through but i feel sympathetic because im human lies
i got to chat with rustie dean from my hometown moose jaw and everyone made me feel so welcomed and comfortable
i feel like ive been held back a lot this summer with soccer and my mom not trusting me
i begin to feel even more agitated as i realize that keith has detoured for a tourist stop in another small mountain village on the way to xela
i hope the sensibilities of these deep feeling individuals arent too badly shaken with the display of the pink locker room
i attempt to convince others of what they should think and how they truly feel i become a title resentful href http en
i feel the need to jump through a bunch of hoops to enable myself to watch by beloved often befuddled bengals just in time for them to start losing again
i feel pretty yuck and i dont really want and to get out and do anything
i want to be happy again and i have forgotten what it is like to feel content
i cant really explain the feeling i get inside when someone is mad at me
i got to walk in the rain and feel triumphant over nature in my rain boots and pink rain coat
i would buy something from tropical smoothie and eat half of it and then feel like i was disgusted to even take an extra sip or bite
i feel that popular bloggers dont post with freedom anymore there will always be part control rare exception is the blog love aesthetics
im also pretty upfront about stating that i feel agitated and to just give me a bit of space to deal
i start to feel agitated inside
i always feel a bit naughty on mondays
i feel relieved when i don t have to play jeoffrey pagetitle eyo
i feel glamorous rich enough for enriching my perfume collection even more haha
i saw that there were more stones jackie was standing there a certain way i can sense that she was feeling a bit agitated
i have this feeling that one day i will be so content with what is happening in my life even if it for only seconds
i feel afraid to write because there are so many thoughts that need to come out
i feel the determined nudge of the holy spirit to end my slumber and self love
i can feel the awkwardness whenever i do something that was acceptable before but no longer is
i guess you could say i am teeter totering right now on the edge and i feel like im dangerous