This is page two.

The first thing I ever felt motivated enough to draw: a five page vent comic dealing with how age has slowly crept up on me and the things I used to know aren't the things I know now.

People I once knew and were close with seemingly vanished out of nowhere; what was the last thing I even said to those people?

Much of my memories of much of my life have become hazy or have diminished into nothing, no sign of ever returning.