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 wonder how shed feel about supporting me
i feel like a treasured prize
i saw kyuhyun in the crowd today while i was strolling through apgujeong with hyunjin the woman breathed feeling every bit sceptical at her own words
i listen to it a feel peaceful and happy and who couldnt use a big dose of that in their lives
i feel as if i am going to sneeze but do not and therefore my beloved is about to think of me but does not
i have been feeling suitably punished
i arrived home with a strange feeling of happiness and discontent
i feel freakishly optimistic which really runs against my natural character
i feel super weak and i havent made it through a whole class in two weeks
i seriously have no feeling when i got rejected in a sense i am neither happy sad or average
i think the thing of it is that i feel like i get to be thankful more easily than a lot of people
i couldn t help but feel slightly intimidated
i feel like even though i dont buy into societys ideas about what a woman should look like i am still constantly unhappy with myself
i started feeling funny last monday i just knew i was pregnant
im feeling anxious all im really trying to do is project the exact opposite
im feeling pretty smug about going down yesterday instead of waiting
i am feeling reassured by this a wave of missing hits
i woke up this morning feeling alittle disappointed i logged onto a href http calvaryccv
i feel today i feel a little bit overwhelmed
i feel i m doing to my mom what i despised so much when it was done to me
i am feeling very shaky today
i wonder maybe he has this awesome excuse and i will feel even more idiotic when he tells me it but i know he wont tell me it because he is not gonna call
i will try to explain how i feel in order that you don t think i am ungrateful for having been blessed with a child
i should go to sleep but i m feeling reluctant to let go of the day
i understand the feeling of a writer unsure of his skill unsure of his audience wondering if he has wasted hours and hours of his life making marks on a page
i saw nothing on the dining room table had moved i think im starting to feel its safe to come out again