Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: ive been feeling very mellow this evening
i trust that in moments of feeling fine even moments of joy that my grief may sometimes come slam me in the face
im choosing to feel bad and should stop is absolutely ludicrous
i started feeling a little vulnerable when the giant spotlight started blinding me
i feel like washing and caring for the lunapads teaches a certain amount of appreciation for our things
i am responsible for picking a man who on occasion reminds me of people from my past like my mom and i threaten myself i can break this pattern by conducting myself in a different way even when i feel scared because deep down i know he s a good man
i feel quite idiotic but whatever
i feel like a vile traitor even saying such a thing but its the truth
i am not a deep thinker and sometimes i leave feeling depressed and not inspired
i feel a little stressed and lost just waiting for an idea to come
i feel so beaten down
i almost feel like he was trying to be awkward
i can understand her feelings and greatly value her passionate approach to life and while i benefit daily from her ability to empathize with my own feelings i seem to lack the capacity to return that gift to her
i feel like my printing classes at quiltcon particularly the one with lizzy brought me back to something that i felt so passionate about years ago but had pushed aside thinking i needed to pursue a more practical life
i have to actually tell myself to breathe breathe breathe in and out when i feel absolutely terrified because i know i can t just go home that the life i missed isn t there anymore
im feeling cranky cantankerous and resentful like a house slave basically almost all the mothers i know rely heavily on either alcohol marijuana or separation divorce to get some space and sanity for themselves away from their maternal responsibilities
im tired feeling crappy hungry and still dealing with ridding my house of the smell of vomit
i mean memories that make me feel dirty and unworthy
i feel like im a shitty friend
i reached down to feel what that strange sensation was and i felt something there
i suppose i felt odd and different too and liked to feel accepted even on a superficial level for an hour or two
im now sat in work on a late shift putting the finishing touches to tomorrows paper and feeling ever so slightly delicate
i am glad to know the reason for my recent lapse of sanity but i still feel like i want to go on a very violent rampage at the slightest inconvenience to me
i feel really discouraged and hope is the only thing i have to hold onto
i feel kerry didnt do by supporting civil unions and gay equality
i feel infuriated every time that the christmas season draws near