Follows 28-year-old Allie's encounter with a heartache support group she hopes can help her get rid of her broken heart. But do time and cognitive therapy really heal all wounds? Or do booze, sex, and drugs? The confusion is total.

Allie is heartbroken. At least that's the diagnosis her doctor has given her, with a good old Danish saying, "Time heals all wounds," as her treatment. But does it, really? Allie wonders; isn't sex, drugs and rock'n'roll the only real cure for heartache? A very confused Allie decides to join a heartache support group and finds herself surrounded by a bunch of misfits. Ellen, the group therapist, believes in therapy which clashes with Allie's "quick-fix" attitude, which inevitably devolves into a power struggle between the two. But what is she to do? She just wants the massive black void within herself filled again. Will time heal that? Or will fucking her therapist's boyfriend do the trick instead?