the last time i had an ex this pathetic & annoying i was 14

after making this blog private yesterday, i logged on to myspace for the first time in months, and made sure my security settings were sound, then removed Poop Face Bear from any applications i had installed, and blocked him from contacting me. i then changed all of my passwords on my online accounts, just in case. i guess once he realised he couldn't get at me directly he started texting cryptic messages to one of my bffs Wren. totally fucking random too, she had to check with me to find out if it was even his number, because it was just so random. something like "when ur doing things think not of what they get u but what they maek u". what the fuck. seriously that is the kind of text i'd expect to get from a 13 year-old girl trying to pick a fight.

i'm so frustrated by his attempts to control me still. we were seeing each other for 5 months, and it's been more than 2 1/2 months since i broke up with him. it's been more than two since i told him i didn't want him in my life & to stop contacting me. how does someone even think it's reasonable or sane to check an ex's blog 6-8 times a day for updates? i understand clicking on the usual links for LOLz & OMGpwnies! a couple times a day, and if this humble blog is on that list i'm flattered. but seriously. how can checking my blog every 2 hours from work & all through the night be seen as anything less than creepy?

i think what i'm really absolutely furious about is that because i know he's been stalking my blog, and my twitter, he knows that my Nana Kay died over the weekend, and that Tuesday i was at her funeral. and that's the fucking day he chooses to post his bullshit on my blog. he is such an incredible coward. he sends these passive aggressive text messages and emails, then acts all nice and innocent when he leaves voice mail. he skulks around on my blog & harasses my friends trying to force me to think about him, when i stopped giving a shit about him a long time ago. he's not even the person i thought i knew. i honestly feel like i might vomit when i think that i once believed i was in love with him.