Her youth had come to an end here, and Judith would have liked to be alone now. For even the word 'group evening' had triggered panic in her. Judith loathed groups, group games, group sports; it sounded to her like the diagnosis of a terminal illness: I'm sorry, but you have group. How could it be that she ended up in a supervised shared living arrangement? Without drugs, without weapons, but with something they called help at every corner. As a hopeless case among hopeless cases, Judith stumbles through therapies, temporary jobs, and her first love. Sensitive, drastic, and with deadpan humor, Lucy Fricke tells the story of loss and turmoil in saying goodbye to a disastrous youth.