Here are some of Will Solace's depresssssssssing thoughts. He does not have writer's block... okay, sorry, I got off track. I don't know why I wrote this...

THIS IS NOT AN AU. THERE IS NO STORYLINE. THIS TAKES PLACE BEFORE HE STARTED DATING NICO. Enjoy!

>> Will's POV <<

I was angry, but I didn't know whom I was mad at.

Maybe I was mad at Aphrodite for making my stupid heart feel things that I don't want it to feel. For feeling things for people that I shouldn't feel things for. She made me an outcast, and she made me alone.

Maybe I was mad at the Fates for letting me live in suffering for this long. They could have so easily ended my life during the war, since I was too scared to try and do it myself.

Maybe I was mad at my parents for bringing me into this cruel world, for forcing me to try and withstand it until the end of my life. I couldn't handle the weight of it all. I felt like Atlas, holding up the sky. Sometimes I just want to drop it and let it crush me.

Maybe I was mad at Nico, although that wasn't fair. He never did anything wrong to me, other than make me feel super awkward. I wasn't normally an awkward guy. Still, I couldn't help but feel angry with him for doing whatever he was doing to my heart.

Maybe I was mad at everyone and everything for being so hateful and not understanding me. For not caring enough to look away from their own perfect lives and to notice my pathetic one.

But I was definitely most angry with myself, for not being normal and for not getting rid of myself a long time ago. I could have just thrown my life away. It was useless anyway. What was the point? I would live for someone, but I had no one to live for. No one would ever need me because no one would ever love me, no matter how much I was helplessly in love with them.

So I did nothing but hastily tend to the wounded campers in the infirmary, since I realized that my life held no other purpose.

Holy Zeus, that was depressing...

Why did I write this?