You are the worst. I should not feel this way. I got married in August. But the bad things outweigh the good so greatly, there is no tipping the scale in your favor.
You are unbearably hot. Today when I got in my car, the temperature was 111 degrees. The forecast for the next several days are also triple digit.
You have no holidays.
School starts. Let's be honest, no one likes back to school time.
The TV stinks. Summer shows are ending, but Fall shows are not back yet.
I think I have pointed out enough flaws to prove my point. So as I write this letter to you, August, on the 30th day, I am glad you will be leaving us soon for a while.