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 was sitting in church this morning and looking around at the various people scattering the pews and wondering how many of them were feeling beaten down right at this moment
i stay up and feel foolish
i have to push back the repressed expressions of a child of split marriage and say to myself no you had your chance its too late now to feel enraged by your situation but all i wanna do is yell at the top of my lungs fuck you this aint my fucking problem so dont make it that way
i could better understand and feel the desires of his most sweet heart
i asked whether if he feel shy around me he said no and he say because im a very active person
i feel like every once in a while i should stop trying to do the smart thing and really go for my dreams
im feeling agitated today
i created my how to paint an owl e course with the intention of sharing the simple shape templates that i use to start my own owls so that others could easily create their own and not feel afraid to start on a blank canvas
i was alone in a cottage i often stay in i was woken up by a rustling sound in the middle of the night
im not feeling too inspired as it hasnt stopped raining in at least a week here what does the sun look like again
i do feel like less of a person when i constantly hear family members use hateful language every time anything even remotely related to homosexuality comes up
im unhappy i feel irritated by everything and i yell
i have mixed feelings about this single but i am glad to see her working again
i feel things are perfect
i also feel strange that by the ripe old age of twenty three i want a goddamn life partner
i feel so vulnerable and yet so protective over her
i stare and feel utterly helpless
i am i cant help but feel skeptical about the whole thing
i was supremely happy i hear the first few notes or bars of the song and i feel the emotions and smell the fragrance of that happy time
im starting to feel content just being and not talking
i feel so invigorated so focused about what im being led to pursue right now and in the future
i do not know if i already hurt their feelings which may lead to their violent reaction may turn into a bad outcome
i feel reassured that if something happened to me my guests would be able to easily get the help they need
i feel slightly like a traitor admitting that i really liked the new place
i see the starlight caress your hair no more feel the tender kisses we used to share i close my eyes and clearly my heart remembers a thousand good byes could never put out the embers
i feel like they think i hate them or something and its just weird