Christina Aguilera's You Lost Me video being recorded:

I used to ignore what people say about me. Everything used to comes up in a ear and goes out in another. But that just happened because was the opinion from the ones whose i don't care at all. The ones that can call me a "bitch" or a "piece of shit" and it'll sound like "I love you" or "you're the best" in my ears. Now i'm receiving a lot of points of myself from people who i actually care! From people who makes me feel alive and from the ones who's part of my day/life! I don't want to show my weakness side, not even show that it hurts me at all, but IT DOES! And everytime that i hear a criticism or, maybe, just a joke, it makes me feel bad. I mean, the worst person in world. And i don't know why that, but i'm feeling like i'll break down anytime. Maybe, just maybe, because i'm fragile. Or i need a real hug, and stop asking people to do that with me. That's it! I need so much of care that i'm asking so much to everybody... "I need a hug! Come here.", "I think i'll hug u now, that's ok?"... Always asking, always asking, ALWAYS ASKING! Why can't be a free hug from real friends? Why am i feeling like i can't have this hug right now? Seriously, everytime someone hugs me, the hug didn't comes up with the second person, but it came out with me. I guess i need to review my conceptions. Is it better take everyone away from me? Is it better don't feel anything for anyone? what am i talking about? I think i'm taking this post to the exactly point i wanted to talk since the beginning, but i was denying it from myself. I don't want to put this out because i'm afraid to come true. I'll not talk about that. Not now. and I don't know if i'll ever talk about this. Coming back to the start of our conversation: just to put a dot here: I’m not that ugly one everyone likes to talk about. And what if I was? I would be more happy without all this jokes.
I think I could die. I think I must die! I HAVE TO! Only with my death, someone could notice that I’m here and that I exist. I used to be ashamed of this people who suicides for love, but now I think I can see it. There’s nothing more painful than you love someone, show him with all your weapons that he means the world to you and, in the end of everything he doesn’t even say a ‘thank you’. U know what? I’m tired. I can’t take this anymore. And I’ll stop right here before I start to cry.
BTW, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHI… (Ops! I don’t have nothing to be thankful for).