How In The HELL..?

Did I not realise stupid ex was a complete tool before now?
I will remind you, gentle reader, of the story, because ALL of it still pisses me off half to hell.
I loved Harry.  Really and properly.
A few weeks before our two-and-a-half-year landmark, Harry texted me whilst at work to break up with me.
No shit.
So we broke up.
Five days later we are back together, because I turned up at his and we confessed love still and how much we missed each other and we kissed.  A lot.  I won't apologise for that, we were both gagging for it.
First day of college, which is maybe a week and a half afterwards, he starts complaining about how stressed he is and how it would be better for us to break up.  On Facebook.
So I said fuck no, you can break up with me to my face if you're going to do it at all.
So a couple days pass, and then he admits the crush on the rainbow slag (I don't actually hate her. She seems nice. I just have a bit of a thing where I push all my aggression out and feel much better afterwards). So we break up, on FB again, for proper.
The week goes by, and he sends me lots of sorry messages, and I give him very little sympathy, and he deletes me from FB, so I block him when he STILL sends messages, but all of this is old news.
I got a text today from him, and before I opened it, I assumed that it was about the gig we are going to.  Technically haven't emailed them about the missing tix yet.  Doing that TONIGHT.
Anywho.
It wasn't.
"I don't know how you're feeling at the moment, but I'm not feeling good about anything so just to set things straight between us can we sit down and talk face to face sometime soon?"
Ummm, no.
JUST. NO.
I got quite upset.  Because I thought by blocking him on FB he'd GET THE FUCKING HINT.
Apparently not.
So I pissed off out of tutor (It's not really a lesson.  I know Don is trying very hard to make it one, but no) to go see Anna, who I SWEAR smells like the best thing I have ever smelt, and I have smelt some DAMN GOOD THINGS.  She apparently smells like Dior.  I like Dior.
So we talked (read: bitched) and I put on a show of needing help with an essay, and we decided that I should text him back.
"What is there that you could possibly say to me?"
And we waited. And I checked my phone so frequently that Anna confiscated it til the text came through. And we bitched some more about how he should just leave me the hell alone.
And then the text came.
"At the very least sorry, given the opportunity more than a single text could convey."
I honestly don't want to hear that.  I am sick of his sorries.  I am also sick of his face, but that's besides the point.
So I text back.
"Then no, thank you."
Because I don't want to hear it, I don't want to see him, and quite honestly if I did I'd probably end up with several sliced up knuckles from punching him straight in the face.
And I like my knuckles.
They make my fingers all flexy.
I figured at this point we were probably done, and I had calmed.  So I hugged Anna (And smelled her again. Seriously, go smell her.  It's like cake, only way better.), bashed Tom round the head, hugged Rach and left again.
As I end up back in tutor to do even less work than I was doing before, I feel my phone vibrate.
I look at the text.
I got to "I apologise..." before I decided to read it later.
I left college after this, lessons being over, and decided to read the text when at the bus stop.
So I got to the bus stop.
"I apologise for not spending enough time with you when we were together, you deserved much better.  I am sorry for this summer, I have fucked up my ife and I am sorry I ruined everything between us."
Why will he not give me a break? Seriously?
This is why I blocked him.  Because every morning I would turn on the PC and get all depressed about whatever he had written.
I am seriously thinking about blocking his number.  I do not EVER want to speak to him again.
I am perfectly happy when I don't think about him.  I consider myself well OUT of the love stage and inside the "Let's move on and screw someone new!" stage.  WELL inside it.
But when I do think about him...
I want to punch him so hard his teeth rattle about in the cavity where his brain should be.
Sadly, I have no upper body strength.
Maybe I'll get a dog.  He's scared of dogs.
Perhaps a massive fucking dobermann.
Or a pug with anger issues.
I haven't texted him back.  I think I'm better than that.