At least she's not calling you at random hours, usually in tears, begging you to get back together with her or saying that she started cutting herself in order to deal with the pain of being without you, or writing disturbing livejournal entries castigating you for being a cold, cruel bastard, an ignominious psychological abuser with the blackest of black hearts, which causes her unparalleled misery and fluctuating weight—all of which, even though you know most everyone who would read those entries knows both sides of the story, you still wonder what kind of asshole you must seem to those who don't, in addition to the huge distaste you have for everyone knowing your personal business through something as awful as livejournal—or that, hey, she didn't call your mom asking her why you won't talk to her (that last "her" being the ex-girlfriend).
The occasional poem via e-mail isn't so bad.