In second pocket of backpack's compartment. Remember to take out before washing. —Frostleaf's personal belongings, do not touch. My Backup Mixtape No. 2 Track List Total Length: 36:00 Side A 1. Close Your Eyes - The Easy Raindrops (3:27) 2. Tiptoe Through Siesta – Cape Pianist (3:20) 3. Green Grapefruit - The Easy Raindrops (3:11) (A round-looking fruit is drawn next to it) 4. The Night Whistles By – Max D.C. Children's Choir (3:30) (A note is written in a differently-colored pen: 'A song I listened to as a kid, took a while to find') 5. A Story of Underground Tunnels and Falling Corn – Beth Grande (4:32) (Beneath the comma is a pair of closed eyes) Side B 1. The Disaster I'm In – The Nonbelievers (5:31) (A red heart is drawn next to this) 2. Declared Innocent – The Fire Axes (4:37) 3. ■■■■■■–■■■■■■ (■:■■) (Heavily scribbled out, along with a note written in another color: 'The beat's all wrong. Will get hurt if listened in battle.') (There's an arrow pointing to another line of text below that reads 'Storm Riders – The Fire Axes (4:00)') 4. Taking Back My Tears – Fantasy Realm (3:30) This is the second backup tape I've made. The first wouldn't play after being soaked. While re-recording, I swapped out one song on Side B that didn't fit. It had a weird beat, which messes up my breathing whenever I swung my axe to it. But switching it out left a little gap in the mixtape, and the total playtime went down by 22 seconds. It wasn't seamless anymore. While worrying about it, I heard the sound of someone practicing an instrument in the dorms. The sound of the metronome was really nice. So I pressed record in the hallway and filled those 22 seconds with the ticking of the metronome. I still don't know who was practicing that day, but I'm really grateful to them. I know how to write a lot of words now, so I can write all these things down. The nice lady in Medical also encouraged me to write my feelings down more often, but I don't know what words to use to capture my ever-changing mood. Just like how every tape has a side A and a side B, our feelings also have sides, and they're always pulsing and changing. I like the rhythm when my feelings pulse. Like a drumbeat. Like a metronome swinging from side to side. I like a calm rhythm when I'm alone, and an intense one when I'm on a mission. These rhythms are my own, and they won't ever end. There's no room left to write on this paper, so I'll leave it at that.