Definition: In this task, you are given a Reddit post as a text. Your task is to generate a title for this text. The title should start with "TIFU by", followed by a situation that caused humor. The title should contain 7-12 words, ideally.
Input: Text: i must say, this happened a little less than a month ago. after a semester at mtsu, i came back home for xmas break. everything seemed fine but then the tension built up. i have always had a problem with my parents when it came to my dearest love, mary jane. they hated her. a few days after xmas i quit smoking and bought a couple of detox drinks, banking on the fact that i would pass their cheap cvs drug test. so i pissed in the cup that morning and all the drugs came back negative... except the thc label stayed positive. i was in awe, and immediately realized i was fucked. my mother looked at me and said, "you know what happens next." i asked when they wanted me gone, and their response was, "whenever you're ready." 
i knew i could have probably stayed a couple of days to figure out a plan, but i needed to get out. i and my mother always fought about more than just pot. she has a yelling problem, and is very strict when it comes to certain subjects. over the years, the yelling really got to me and i hated it. i could rant for hours as to all the reasons i chose to leave that day. but anyway, i packed all my stuff and my mother made sure that i understood that i was the one kicking myself out of the house. okay mom... okay.
i went to work at papa johns that day then spent the night at a friends house. my girlfriend, who i love with all my heart, dumped me that day too, saying that it was best so that i could get my life in order. everything was just getting worse. and it even got worse after that.
the next morning i woke up to find that my backpack with all my electronics was gone. ps4, macbook pro, ipad air, ps4 controllers, games, chargers, and my orange hairbrush was all in a backpack. that backpack was no where in my friends house. my friends game console and all of his items were still there, and claimed they had no idea where it went. i know they stole it. and of course, they kicked me out too after realizing i noticed it was gone. 
i got in my car, and left, having no idea what to do. i cried... i had lost what seemed like everything. the first stop i made before i went into work that day, was the usmc recruiting office.
i have my own apartment now with a roommate, and i'm doing better. i've made amends with my family, telling them i'm enlisting in the marines. after i failed the drug test, they weren't going to send me back to school. and honestly, it was the best decision. at school i was more worried about when i would have intimacy with mary jane rather than having intimacy with my school work. i need to so something with my life, and become the man god created me to be. i wanted to be a musician and be a performer on stage, but that has to be delayed now. the usmc recruiters told me to take a month and don't touch anymore fucking marijuana. the last time i smoked was december 31st. i know i can do this. it's the most determined i've ever been. 

so my message is, even when all hope feels lost, never give up. there is a plan for all of us. we just have to take one day at a time.

TIFU by KICKING MYSELF out of the house