How to become a true friend

Once uppon a time there was a girl that weared
gypsy shoes.She thought she was pretty but the truth was
that she was not.Big mole right ahead, big mouth and
huge eyes looking down at you like you were the biggest
loser of all.She had no feeling, no feelings ideed for you
humble human. As time flew away I started to understand that
the mole wasn't that big as the heart she had.Helping others
crying and swearing like hell.She was there for anyone who needed
her, but whom was there for her? Everlasting smiling, embracing
and giving her best for those she cared for, having no regret
and loving life, never complaining and excessive health-caring
for her friend herpes.She had a true friend she could count on
,her herpes.Such a shame she killed it with acyclovir.I hate people
and sometimes I have complaints of her too, but I'll always love
her cuz she is special.She makes me laugh when I really wanna throw
myself from a random bridge.She makes dull things seem so nice
and she screams out loud her favourite song in the darkest night.
Now she's busy, I am here and all I can do is tell her that she is
so special to me.I hate her for choosing this stupid University, it's
the stupidest University of all, except from the Romanian-american one.
I hate her teachers and her dull room-mates and I hate me for not
having time for her.She is my coolest friend of all, my coolest friend
in gypsy shoes.I love you-happy birthday!