All websites will invariably end. I know MySpace was the big one everyone points to, but before then there was Bebo, and after Vampire Freaks. The past is filled of memories of what we once had, and the future is forever uncertain.
Just because something doesn't have a due date doesn't mean it won't expire some day itself, when I came down with pulmonary mycosis I thought it was the end. I desperately wanted people around me because I didn't know if it'd be treated in time before it could kill me. All I felt was neglect. I was the one that was on the clock watching days count down, everyone else wasn't. It was hard to exist in any social scene where I felt I was fading out of existance like a ghost, while everyone got on with their lives.
It's a big reason why I decided to pull back from social media. I grew frustrated with friends who made wishy-washy 'plans' with me that if the stars ever align they'll have me in their TTRPG game, sometimes we'd plan for one on one RPs that would always be post-poned, just things of that nature where we can spend time and make memories together.
I felt like why would people chose to spend time with me, I'm fleeting, someone that'll only be able to give diminishing return and pain for any emotional investment.
I cut a lot of people out of my life and burnt bridges and started looking after myself. People believe I have an intense personality, an obsession with legacy, and come off as transactional in conversation by asking people what they really want. Its just if we have the want to party, I want us to do it, I don't want to put it off until we drive each other away.
I got better, but the scars of people joking about my condition then and ignoring me remained.