Not Funny
Chandler glared down at his blood stained arm with disgust; he couldn't believe he had let them get to him. He had let himself break again. He turned away from his arm and stared out his window from his position on the window seat. Joey had just moved out, he couldn't stand to live with him anymore.
He was alone. No one cared, if they did they'd be here with him. Instead they were with Joey celebrating the fact he didn't have to live with Chandler anymore. Chandler signed deeply, he really should have seen this coming, and it wasn't as if it hadn't happened before.
He picked up the kitchen knife and slowly gouged another line on to his wrist, the pain making him forget everything for a brief moment before it was back again.
An empty laugh forced itself from his mouth and echoed around his empty living room. One thing was certain, there was nothing funny about this.