Hell is empty and all the devils are here

Dear summer.
I don't know what to say.
I feel like saying sorry does not accurately express what I feel about the Zac thing and that it might be best to say nothing at all since I am incapable of finding the right words and doubt that they even exist.
Only that much:
I care
Call me if you want to
If you want me to come with you and kill the should have been an abortion idiot just text.