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 feel like such a vital part of the branch as a missionary and its a lot different in a big ward
i feel more mellow again
i was thinking about a post i wrote earlier mulling over the memories it brought to the surface tossing them around in my head and began to feel this gentle tug this little nudge deep down that began to vibrate and morph into something solid
i think i want to go to an aa meeting just to hear the stories but it feels rude
i feel cheated and at another i feel ashamed to have missed such a glaring defect
i look back at i feel very guilty about the money i spent on myself which could have been spent on the family
i wont feel resentful or smothered or annoyed
i do find myself confused when i feel no pain and when my pain becomes resigned understanding a warm memory of a beautiful girl locked away for no one to ruin to taint
i upload today i know some of you are waiting for my bareminerals video but i haven t filmed one and i m feeling kind of lousy today so i m catching up with doing laundry and taking it easy
im feeling totally lame for not posting anything in forever and not even checking this blog in forever
i blinded feelings i meant liked stupid i
im feeling a little apprehensive about this party
i feel stupid every time i even think about it
i wake up feeling cranky and out of sorts
i told her it was ok for her to feel the way she was feeling and that she will always have many fond memories of our little house since it was her first home
i feel gloomy and depressed nothing is more calculated to cast a cloud over us than a rainy day
i really dont like attention because i feel pressured to think about a topic and talk
i find myself feeling sentimental pretty much every day
im sober i feel that sort of numb much like when i was on celexa but none of the calm
i feel this distraught i am thankful that the weather is improving so much
i noticed in myself that there are times when i m tired of drama tired of feeling either physically mentally emotionally or spiritually exhausted and just hope to feel my normal self again
i looked down and feasted on the view of my own legs and knees and memorized the feel of the cars gentle rocking
i didnt want to hurt her feelings and am fond of avoiding conflict when these situations arise
i know i am feeling discouraged and cynical
i look pretty today without feeling vain
i feel utterly devastated that she must go through this and do so alone