Me, has been up for 20 hours: Ah, now is a natural time to go to sleep
My brain: Orrr.... You can obsess over the fact that you WILL die and you can't possibly know if you'll know that you're dead. And the thought of there possibly being nothing should be comforting, but it only adds to the anxiety, because then nothing you do matters and the memories you cherish are shit
But if there is an afterlife, you cant possibly deal with Hell. Like come on, it's Hell. Even the best version is still Hell. But surely you can't be that bad of a person, but you do enjoy premarital sex, bacon and blended fabrics among other sinful things....
Also you suck.