I hate the heat. (Are you trying to kill me, Tex?)
I hate the traffic and the freeways and how everything is at least 30 minutes away.
I hate the bugs. These black grasshoppers are ugly and menacing and if another one crawls out of my sink I might just perish on the spot.
I hate how ugly it is. I’m sure there are beautiful parts of the state, but so far? Fort Worth? Not. Pretty.
I hate that it’s not Montana. I am so homesick I could cry.