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*Best FRIENDS Character*
	Phoebe Buffay
	Chandler Bing
	Rachel Green
	Ross Geller
	Monica Geller
	Joey Tribbiani

JiveHonky: May 12, 2001; by zen death robot; Grimey Drawer

i was devistated when i found out they werent really friends. next your gonna tell me Borat isnt real

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JiveHonky: May 12, 2001; by zen death robot; Grimey Drawer

Digital Fingers posted:

Joey stands motionless by his bedroom window looking out over New York. Tears silently slide down his face as his troubled eyes look out into the night.
Joey: Man, how the hell did my life get here.
He shakes his head sadly and walks over to his bed sits down and begins sobbing hard. He tries to pull himself together but the tears refuse to stop.
Joey: God how much more pain can I take? How long do I have to feel like this!
He gets up and begins pacing around the room.
Joey: I can't talk to my friends about any of this. They expect me to just be funny, stupid, slutty Joey. They'd probably be to uncomfortable to even stick around if I told them! Oh who the hell am I kidding they'd be better off without me anyway. Ross wouldn't have to put up with my stupidity, or worry about me loving Rachel. Rachel wouldn't have to deal with my feelings for her. Chandler and Monica wouldn't have me sponging off of them or put up with me for that matter. Yeah they'd probably throw a party if I died!
Joey sighs heavily and rubs his face.
Joey: Maybe the whole world would be better off if I wasn't around. Maybe I should just end it. Do the world and myself a favor.
Joey sits back down and ponders this as tears continue to poor down his cheeks.

Joey is now out walking the streets with a sad determination still trying to stop the tears in his eyes.
Joey: I can't believe it's come to this, I can't believe I'm going to do this. But what else can I do! I am hopelessly in love with a woman I can never be with, my so called career is in the gutter, my friends don't understand me and think I'm nothing but an idiot, and if my past ever got out...
Joey shivers and starts to cry harder again. Then he takes a deep breath and rubs his face hard.
Joey: Well, it's going to end tonight. No more pain, no more tears, no more wishing for things that can't be, or hiding things I can't handle. But how? I don't want anyone to see me do this or get hurt trying to stop me, and if I jump off of something that could happen. Or worse I could fall on someone and kill them. So that's not an option. It can take you a long time to bleed to death and someone could find me and save me so stabbing isn't going to work either. I don't have a gun and I don't know where to get one quickly, legally anyways, I mean, hey, I don't want to break any laws just end my life. So I can't shoot myself. Besides I don't want to traumatize anyone with some gory scene. Maybe sleeping pills are the best. It's painless, there's no mess, no one else can get hurt, and since it will look like I'm asleep no one will stop me. Not that anyone would want to anyway.
He laughs bitterly and continues on.

Joey is now back at his apartment. He sits sadly on his bed looking at the pill bottles in front of him.
Joey: It's amazing how many different sleeping pills are on the market. I don't know which works the fastest but if I take all four bottles I'm sure I'll die.
He swallows hard fighting back the endless tears.
Joey: Maybe I should write a note.
He goes and gets a piece of paper and a pen then scribbles down something and sighs.
Joey: There, now they'll know it wasn't some kind of stupid accident. They'll know I meant it.
He puts the note on his night stand and sighs. Then picks up one of the bottles and looks at the directions and reads a warning a loud.
Joey: Do not drink with alcohol.
Joey snorts.
Joey: Perfect, I can go out with a beer.
He goes and gets a beer then returns to his room and careful not to drop a single pill takes all four bottles and finishes it off with the final swig of his beer. Then allowing the bottles of pills and the beer can to fall to the floor he lays back on his bed with tears still falling and closes his eyes.