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: so this happened the other day actually, but friday was my birthday (dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17), and i planned on having a pretty cool birthday party on saturday. pizza, cake, video games, the works. the thing is, most of my friends graduated last june, so i dont have much for friends, except my youth group that i attend after school. so me being the lonely little shit that i am, invite my youth group friends, about 10-13 16 and 17 year olds, a good party. except, as i was handing out invitations, a few kids said they had to work that weekend, but "they'd try to make it."  another thing to mention is that these kids all live in town, and i live out in the country, and its about a half hour drive.  i drive it twice a day 4 times a week, shouldnt be a problem for these guys.  anyways, as the week before my birthday went on, i was getting increasingly nervous, and anxious, and scared, because what if they dont want to come? what if they cant come? what if no one shows up?  so finally wednesday rolls around, after youth group, driving a girl to her house afterwards.  i casually ask if her and her brother, another invitee, will be showing up friday night, and she says maybe. her and her friend that drives her everywhere were "fighting" at the time, so she didnt know if she could get a ride. i say okay, say i'd talk to her tomorrow, drive away and lose. my. shit. i'm driving, i'm bawling my eyes out, i'm yelling at myself and hitting myself and asking myself why i'm so dumb and why i would even consider having a party when i'm stupid and gross and nobody likes me anyways. i get home, snapchat everyone "partys cancelled", get drunk, ask god why i'm such a fuckup, and cry myself to sleep.  skip school on thursday, lay in bed all day crying and feeling like crap, mother is kind and makes a good supper as an "early birthday supper" because i felt bad and we had to work the next day. worked friday, was better, still upset about me being stupid, everyone texting me "happy birthday" and facebook posts whatever. saturday, do fuck all, clock strikes 6 pm, sad because i dont have a party, so parents take me out for supper. nice. while we're at supper, my stomach starts hurting. come home, go to the bathroom. a fucking slaughterhouse has opened up shop in my panties jesus christ. i look in the mirror and just say "oh."

TIFU By Having A Mental Breakdown And Cancelling My Birthday Party