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 posted about feeling like a super mom because i managed to care for myself my children my fiance and my house for one day while working and on little sleep
i feel when i sit next to my beloved nancy
i feel more crucified heartbroken tortured and forsaken than i have ever before felt but not at the hands of my enemy at the hands of those i love
i didn t want them sending me crap i d feel almost insulted to win and embarrassed for whoever made it like in oregon
i promise to respect my personal boundaries acknowledge that i am a perfect and divine being and that i have the right to say no when i need to without feeling guilty
i was still feeling bitchy not sad
i did not make them feel submissive enough and i wonder am i strange or are they
i wish i could find a crystal ball for the days i feel completely worthless
i severed i feel suddenly empty much smaller and oh so tired
i feel doubtful and afraid
i feel so embarrassed and humiliated korean attack victim accuses police sydney morning herald posted on pm with a href http brisbanehub
i understand and feel for her pain neferet remains my most hated character in the house of night
i didnt feel the stress i was under at telstra was worth it and with out thinking i just resigned
i was feeling a bit rebellious today
i get the feeling that people have died it s bothered me so much that in the past i ve cried my hair must look perfect whatever the weather all of this anxiety brings me to the end of my tether
i started to feel apprehensive about it
i cant seem to get passed feeling stunned
i ahem guess i havent been feeling compassionate
i always feel very afraid as i work on books egan tells kurt
i do something and i feel completely stupid when someone points out the very obvious solution
i feel accepted and respected i am loving loyal and generous
i am feeling rejection low self esteem and purposeless
i could elaborate how ww is a plan that gives you freedom and boundaries without feeling deprived and how finding your nitche in moving and sweating makes all the difference or the nuts of bolts of the day in and day out choices my story my struggle goes deep into the core
i feel the eyes on me the hateful eyes on the other side of the glass that belong to the family members of my beautiful victims
i feel disgusted by u
im not some outcast always feeling a fake sense of belonging