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 am not a professional historian by any means so some may feel as if i left out important things or took them out of context
i feel a peaceful calm come over me
i know that i do not feel repressed or a prisoner by the guidelines of the lds church
i feel like on my ugly days or ugly phases as i call them i m not just unattractive but that i m unattractive in an odd way
i feel like its at times like these when things seem a little more uncertain that i thank god more for the small things
i haven t ran in a long time since my half marathon so my legs are feeling a bit shaky now
i feel that artists should be supportive of one another not stretching to find ways for others not to be able to express themselves in their love of art too
i feel so blessed that god has chosen me to help guide them
i was the compere at a party and all my efforts to get the show rolling were thwarted by the immobile
i feel like waiting for you to be online and you didnt makes me furious
i feel genuinely stressed with work
im expecting good things from confessions of a wedding planner i have a feeling some stories about bridezillas and naughty grooms are likely to feature what do you think
i feel like todd is getting too stressed or tired with caleb i will take him because i dont want caleb to feel that frustration
im not making some sort of music i feel useless
i feel so beaten down
i am very glad they came and glad i risked feeling foolish
i started to see a concerning pattern i d rush home at the end of the evening s activities to write out a post sometimes i d be feeling frustrated and flustered while sometimes i was eager and inspired
i was feeling a little more resentful of what appeared to be poor planning by the organizers
i feel disappointed and want to tear up some paper and throw it across the room and write a giant letter of why things are unfair i just think of perspective
im just feeling really shitty about life in general now that i want to just write continuously
i pleading to people and feeling distraught that they dont hear
i would be feeling i am genuinely shocked and surprised that he just hit jude
i feel positively ashamed when i look out of the window and see the state of things
i might go out of existance i smile pick up my pen and fill the page with the things that you say the thoughts you obtain the moments you refrain far away its cause youre going insane and suddenly im left afraid because im not feeling that way instead im amazed why you gotta be that way
i have tried to live a good honest life and yet it feels like im being punished
i do feel a bit deprived of a typical experience