Instruct: Classify the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: i am feeling called to show up in a more faithful way
i feel blessed that i was there at the right time in the right place to see them and to feel a part of something that i hope will give the people of kuwait hope for progress
im definitely feeling remorseful about
i see my thin friend struggling to gain weight and eating a lot of rubbish food everyday i see my fat friend being laughed at i see him feeling ashamed of the way he looks
i started to feel discouraged at the thought of being there more than one day
i feel unwelcome when i am with her
i still blush and feel shocked about the recreational activities that i sometimes unwillingly and willingly hear sometimes
i was feeling nervous sure just like anyone else would be in my position
i was feeling listless from the need of new things something different
i know i should just let the words flow like how they do when i blog but still i feel the pressure and that is making me unsure of my skills
i think i am starting to feel jealous
i used to feel very isolated in the far north of scotland but as social media and internet becomes more all encompassing the links to others becomes easier and the chance to be part of live discussion and participate in relevant and cutting edge debate and changes as they happen are amazing
i feel remorseful for my dao ness
i can see them or feel free to post photos to the a href http facebook
i feel a little pained but that will probably pass the last illusions of childhood
i feel beyond ecstatic acause i can
i can never seem to get on the good foot and i feel so crappy
i kind of feel it how people appreciate this sense of not being entertained
ive been feeling an awful lot lately
i began to feel a lot better about the situation and decided to just keep doing what i was doing
i have no idea if this is interesting for anybody to read but i found myself smiling like a fool laughing at some points and feeling overwhelmed with gratefulness
i wanted to feel assured
i am feeling a little weird as i compare this big old number with how young insecure childlike playful silly i feel inside
i still cannot find the damned tin certificate but i feeling mellow i clean up cart out two salt bags full of junk to the rubbish bin
i no longer had to walk through the alleys of the slowly gentrified ghettos of my city to find one artist with a muffin top who took nude photos to make me feel like my body was acceptable and sadly not unique
i feel like i cant take it anymore i told my boyfriend and he is furious