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: and a shitty friend, i mean. 



this happened last saturday, and it's still depressing the ever living fuck out of me. warning: long pathetic story ahead. i'm not a good person.


backstory: i did a lot of drugs last year, and i used my friend, then roommate at the time, in a lot of ways. we'll call her tinker. she loves tinker bell. anyhow, i was a financial mess. always late on bills, but always smoking weed and getting drugs. i was *that* asshole and i regret every second of it. i need to pay this person back. i refuse for it to be another list of people i've used in my short shitty life. i have it on my list to pay her back, penny for penny. 


and then i failed at that this last weekend and i feel more than a shit head than i ever did. like.... i *relapsed* on trying to be a decent human being. 


i moved away and got my shit together. i got a cdl and i started driving and it was pretty good money. i've purchased a new vehicle and i'm paying off a few debts. i still don't handle money well, but i don't blow it all on drugs and i -do- try to pay bills on time. i'm actually succeeding! it's pretty great. i realized i was wasting a lot of money on drugs. more than i ever realized. and lately it's been weighing more and more on my mind. 


so when the opportunity came that i was going to be driving back through the city where we lived, i was ecstatic. "finally!" i think, "i can give her some cash and buy her a few drinks and show her to a good night on the town." (purely platonic, by the way. we're just good friends and i like guys more anyhow.")


it was spur of the moment, however. that's the way my dispatch is. so when i hit tinker up along with my other buddy j, she admitted that she had to work that night. so, she instead invited me to the bar where she worked at so she could chat with me a bit and have a few drinks with her. not too much cause she had to work. 


fast forward. i show up and we say hello, good to see you, hugs, shots, and a few drinks. she has to get to work, so i say sorry, she says it's okay, and i wait for j to show up. j shows up and we really get rolling. 


now... still not used to this having money thing. and because of my previous experience with socialization being purely behind the scenes with illegal substance a through z, i'm not used to this who bar-crawling scene. i didn't realize bars were *fucking expensive*. okay? it didn't click and i didn't ask. i just kept getting drinks, shots, and some food here and there. 


so the moment comes. i get the tab. i confidently take it, and then my stomach bottoms out. 70 dollars. i do a quick tally. i brought just barely 40 dollars. she was the one serving us, and she immediately can tell that i don't have the money. i pull out what i have, she curtly says that she'll cover it, and j and i head out to finish off some liquor he'd bought at another place before he arrived. 


so cue a night of me feeling like shit. i used tinker for a whole goddamned year, and like the terrible nice person she is, she worked and over worked to pick up the slack and didn't say two words about it until the day she said she no longer wanted to be my roommate. that was the day she saved my life. i was deep into cocaine, and by time the lease ran out, i had no place to stay and no  one willing to rent with me. i went homeless and realized i needed to get my shit together. i thanked her for playing the hard card for me and i moved and decided to chase a career beyond something that paid minimum wage. truck driving. and it's been pretty great---up until this point. 


she texts me later to say she was heavily disappointed with me. i began relaying to her all the same old fucking excuses i once did. 


"i'll repay you----i promise."


"i'm so sorry."


"i didn't realize how much i was actually spending..."


and there i was, getting drunk, while she worked her ass off to cover for me. yet. again. we don't even live together anymore and we only see each other once in a blue moon, and i'm still a tremendous fuck up of a terrible friend. and i don't know what's worse--that fact, or the fact that she keeps giving me second chances.


she blatantly says i'm on her shit list, and rather than hear my old excuses over and over, she'd rather i just pay it forward, because she'd rather just not think about it. *that's* how fucking hollow my words sound to her. even now. especially now. 


and then i receive this lovely message from her mother on facebook: 


"i hear you are still managing to screw tinker financially by not having the cash to cover your tab. she doesn't work at a sports bar to promote goodwill with broke friends. she has bills to pay. grow up and stop taking advantage of nice tolerant people. the next time you see her, you better give her cash."


god damn. 


i'm sending her a check this friday. i don't care how badly i suffer this week. and i'm going to send her every week whether or not i can. 


i'm tired of being this person. i've stopped snorting coke and buying ounce-worths, but i've yet to treat people better. it's time to start on that second half. i'm tired of my entire life being a tifu story. i'm not sure why i'm sharing this. i guess i'm just super depressed and *trying* not to drink about it. that was the shit that got me in this mess to begin with.

TIFU by being a shitty human being and a friend.