Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the following six: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im worth something on those days when i feel less than acceptable as a human being
i feel so glad that i have a cool mama
i don t like the idea that women in the entertainment industry especially in pop music may feel pressured to turn themselves into hypersexual tartlets but i get the feeling that rihanna isn t being provocative because she feels she has to
i wanted to make sure i didnt feel rushed getting to century college on friday afternoon
i feel pain even when i see an unfortunate person in street begging why does my mind race and think why is that person there
im feeling cranky and horrible
i feel we are being very blessed
i feel really inadequate and i just wish i had enough brains to atleast pretend to know what i was doing
i feel so exhausted from dealing with drama between other authors that i dont have energy to write
i empathize with the feeling of being dissatisfied not where i want to be but no i dont feel that way
i am feeling terrible
i cant help it because of the way i feel around my family like pairs of eyes boring into my back and just observing me all the time
i know i shouldnt be reacting this way to it all but i cant help it and i feel terribly petty and horrid but this is the way im reacting and i have to deal with it
i know are feeling alone
i came away feeling a bit sympathetic for her because i don t think she had a chance to do anything besides what she is doing
id like to be losing a month but i know that a month is not sustainable for me and i am losing a month without feeling deprived which is more awesome than i can explain
im feeling doubtful about my writing dreams to know shes behind me
im contemplating and feeling skeptical
im feeling so guilty helpless and hopeless
i was feeling amazed because i didnt find myself that good as what they have commented
i just go into these modes where i want to write then feel disgusted and do not what to write at all
i feel a bit timid about using this blog because i know that other classmates and even complete strangers will be able to read it
i have a guy im actually feeling hilariously fond of
i love the discussions in the class and feel passionate about feminist issues but when i go to write it down it feels as though i am faking it
i have a small history of hiding when i feel awkward
i feel frightened to see a million youngsters aspi