Instruct: Classify the emotion expressed in the given Twitter message into one of the six emotions: anger, fear, joy, love, sadness, and surprise.
Query: im a little tired of writing about these things and feel like these solemn posts are a bit too much for this home school family blog
im sure everyone is starting to feel the christmassy and getting into the festive era
i do feel something of an aversion to it within maybe because i still feel like its a vain thing or that i may be seeking some sort of outer affirmations from others who might stumble upon it ive mentioned this before but the truth is who cares about all that
im particularly feeling pressured to act and behave in ways that are culturally accepted and expected of me
i am fair skinned and i feel that this gives a lovely highlight on pale skin without just looking like a mass of glitter
ill admit that hes a pretty good designer but i feel like hes totally fake
i felt doubtful and the image that popped into my mind was of dealing with a big knot in my shoelace and then feeling frustrated
i love some of it the media coverage but sometime i feel they put an ugly picture
i feel like i m in a frantic race with the clock and i can t figure out why
i get the feeling that i m totally isolated from them all and that they talk about me and my low self esteem behind my back and how they don t think much of me and how i m kind of a killjoy sometimes and how disappointed they must be because of the failure that i am
i feel so heartbroken and confused and just blah blah blah
i feel horrible because i didn t post on the day but i did manage to get pictures
i was feeling so angry so upset that i just want to run away
i feel such a longing to be near him when we dont
i often tell him that i want attention from him especially when i feel horny and want to have good sex for hours
i usually feel angered by this mad that my body could be betraying me in this way mad that a whole week out of every four is spent wasted
i remember feeling disheartened one day when we were studying a poem really dissecting it verse by verse stanza by stanza
i feel like not caring
i feel nervous but hes in control pretty soon
i feel the eyes of many turn away disgusted by the self indulgence the audacity of a british woman to admit this point of failure
i don t know about you but that feeling of powerlessness of not being in control sends me in a mad tizzy for the haagen dazs
i do feel weird why seldom people eat at there
i can listen to it and feel dissatisfied
i feel her longing to be touched and all that but really with the guy who wanted to control you and make you kill other people
i still feel incredibly frustrated by it
im also feeling a bit homesick its hard to think that ive spent this long away from home and that ive got such a short time until i get back