Unfinished...?

It's 7 AM on a Sunday morning.
You look up at the chipping ceiling waiting, as usual, for your alarm clock to go off.
You should be able to sleep until 9...
You should be able to get more than 2 hours of sleep a night.
The world can see the aging in your face...
You're only 23 but you feel like you're forty.
You roll out of bed at 7:30 and decide not to wait for the alarm to go off.
You get up and stand. Upon walking to the kitchen to pop your morning pills... you notice a small hole in the wall...
Down on your knees, you crawl across the hallway to look through your apartment wall...
OH YOUR GOD...
You begin to wonder if you are just suffering from having not taken your pills today, because through this hole you witness the oddest thing you've ever seen in your odd life.
ALIENS. Varying in colors from green to hot pink, dressed in aluminum and holding captive people and animals. You see Hamsters, Children, Hamster-children, Old people (older than yourself) and fetuses, appearing to have been aborted from several different mothers.
This was crazy to you, and you're a pretty crazy motherfucker....

You turn back to your kitchen, suffocating the urge to look back. Slumped down against the wall, you lean forward and grab your brick-like phone from the receiver on the floor. You begin to dial the number that would connect you to the apartment on the other side of you-- the side that wasn't alien-infested.
Your neighbor, Lisa Bart, picks up the phone and you begin babbling to her nonsensically about the riot you just witnessed on the other side of your apartment. She spoke back, her beautiful voice ringing in your ears, sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher. She told you of how crazy she thought you were. She didn't believe you. . .
Next second you could make out, all was silent but a dial tone. She'd hung up on you. Somehow, her detest for your insane asylum-worthy stories that you constantly called to tell her of drove you wild. Lisa was, you'd known ever since you'd moved in, the love of your life. You could never share your stories with anybody else. No matter how much she would hate you, you could only love her more. You could only think that some where, some how, far deep within the depths of her mind, she loved you too.
But you understood that she would never express it.
All of this did not matter now though. You needed to take your pills and look back through that whiffle ball sized hole to see if you really were losing it again.
You were so convinced it was all real though.
Crawling about 6 feet to the kitchen, you get off your hands and knees and proceed to take your pills. Mood stabilizers, happy pills, vitamins, pain killers and anything you could get your hands on. They all kept you sane. Ten minutes later, after the pills had started taking effect, you decide to get off your ass and go see if the commotion was real. You could definitely still hear the lasers and blasts, and "moo"s and squeaks, and screams and cries still ringing in your ears.
Maybe that was all fake too. You had to check. Picking up a cigarette and reluctantly lighting it, you breathe in the sweet aroma that has been a comfort to you for the past 12 years of your life. You slowly walk toward the hole, hoping not to be noticed by the extra-terrestrials on the other side. Crouching back down, you peer back through the hole. You were definitely NOT out of your mind! You felt like celebrating and dancing and getting really really drunk. Instead, though, you slumped back down against that wall, listening to the war of abduction slowing down a bit.
Puffing on your cigarette, you wonder how and if you can put an end to this madness. . .