May 12th, XXXX

Writing down my thoughts about me and Amelie's relationship isn't as cathartic as I had hoped it would be. Instead, I just feel more and more like I'm writing some kind of a horror story, or a thriller. 

I know my girlfriend is a good person, but the way my writing was going made me feel like I was writing from the point of view of the main character in a horror story. Oblivious until the very end, when they at last figure out their partner is a horrible person. I was scaring myself, but I know Amelie would never hurt me like that. Amelie loves me.

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May 16th, XXXX

Amelie gave me a new necklace today. She said she wanted to see me, and I quote, "Covered in her gifts." 

The sentiment felt sweet, but I'm starting to get uncomfortable. I haven't been out of the house in weeks, but Amelie says it's just to keep me safe. 

I love her, but I don't think our relationship was meant to last, especially since her 'care' feels much too suffocating. 

It feels like I'm going to end up being killed, so Amelie can see me 'smiling forever' or something like that, but that's absurd.

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May 20th, XXXX

I'm starting to think I'm in more danger from Amelie than anything/body else. I've been worried about writing in this because I don't want Amelie to get upset at me.

When I brought up how I hadn't left the house in weeks she got mad. She had shouted for what felt like hours about how "she just wanted to keep me safe," and "why didn't I trust her?" 

I've never been half as scared as I was then, then I can remember ever being.

I know Amelie wouldn't ever hurt me, but I'm starting to get scared.

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May 27th, XXXX

Amelie slapped me today. 

I'm terrified of her.

You need a key to get in or out, so I can never leave.

I've resorted to calling my mom, while Amelie is out, and she said she'd try and get me soon.

I hope soon is very soon, because I don't think I can survive here much longer. 

I know I said this already, but I'm absolutely terrified.

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June 3rd, XXXX

My mom called me today, and Amelie caught me on the phone with her.

Amelie just smiled, and left. 

I don't know what she's planning, but I don't think I want to find out.

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June 4th, XXXX

I tried to call my mom earlier, but it just rang. 

My mom always calls back if she can't answer right away, and it's been three hours since I called her. 

When Amlie returned, she just smiled at me, I don't think I want to know what that means.

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June 5th, XXXX

Amelie gave me something in my dinner, so if I turn up dead I just want to make sure I have it in writing. 

Maybe Amelie will at least face some punishment for what she did.

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June 5th, XXXX

Amelie is coming now.

I don't think I'll survive the night.