“This is the last time,” said the girl, taking her index fingers and forcing them into her throat, and watching the remains of her dinner come out of his body. The girl stood up and grimaced as she saw the remains of her Caesar salad spinning around the porcelain and silently moving away. The girl walked to the bathroom sink under the mirror. “I’ll never do it again,” she said, looking from the sink to her reflection in the mirror. She slowly wiped the corners of her mouth and cleaned the remaining saliva from her fingers and mouth. “This is the last time, this is the last time,” she repeated in her mind, “this was the last time.” She always felt remorseful after doing it, but for some reason she could never bring herself to stop. But this year, the girl made a promise to herself to feel better, to do better, to be better, and the only way she knew to do that was to quit, but she couldn't. Although the girl didn't remember much about her childhood, it all started when she was young. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she realized she had chipmu....