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 stymied a little bit as i wrote feeling unsure that i might go somewhere with the story unintended
i remind myself or am reminded of my passions and opinions i just feel incredibly agitated and frustrated there is this ball of energy with no channel to travel
im feeling smug that i didnt wear pearls
i feel like its the perfect opportunity to apply everything that ive learned thus far on my mission
i feel selfish for praying through things
i know how vital daily practice is in my souls development and i can feel the energetic thunk when i drink in the charged water from my kala glass
i feel popular but they dont want to be taught and they wont get married before the get baptized so they cant obviously
i started feeling sentimental about dolls i had as a child and so began a collection of vintage barbie dolls from the sixties
i come out of the cinema feeling like a giggly schoolgirl
i would feel like i am doomed to repeat history once more
i got inside it was so warm compared to the outside temp that my survivor man skills kicked in and i stripped down to my base layers to avoid feeling cold when i got back outside
i feel completely empty detached and depressed
i hope i feel mellow well fed well slept at peace with myself within this external world
i feel like one of those dirty confidential intermediaries that i so dislike
i feel spiteful toward him
i believe him when he says it was a mistake i feel hes being sincere but i want him to be sure as to what he wants from me
i am feeling quite overwhelmed
i feel peaceful with them being where they are but miss them like crazy i get giddy from the picture texts and random phone calls
i feel kind of dumb for saying this but i was just upset at how much strength i lost during the last few months
i feel like im as useless as dust bunnies
i just really want this healthy life style to become a habit instead of a necessity because at the moment i feel like a naughty child being denied the biscuit tin and angry for letting myself put weight on in the first place
when my father shouted at me for going to a party with my sister
i realized i was a total idiot and forgot clarinet choir making me feel even more idiotic and stupid then i already was
i feel sure that i wouldnt have gained so much weight without the help of bipolar medications
i would buy it again because it makes me feel pretty and the smell is divine
i wake up hobble over to the computer or turn over and grab the phone from the night stand and start checking emails blogs facebook random internet clicking writing a few posts and before i know it its nearly noon and i feel no more productive than i did three hours earlier