I don't believe in hate
Or rather, I didn't. But then my brother started to deteriorate. That's what drugs will do to you. He started his freshman or sophomore year, and it wasn't too bad then. He was still, for the most part, a good person. One of the smartest kids in his class. He graduated from a Catholic School with a 14,000 dollar scholarship to Springfield University, on the honor roll.
But he didn't go to college.
Instead, he decided to defer for a year so he could stay home. My mother let him, for whatever reason. He was 17 then. That's when things started to get worse. He lost his scholarship, couldn't keep a job, started to go crazy. He lost all of his friends and instead took to hanging out with other scumbag drug addicts.
He started to go crazy.
There's a fight in my house almost every day. He's 20 years old and lives in his mother's basement and does drugs, and that's about it. There's nothing in life that he enjoys anymore. He doesn't do anything but pick fights with me, my sister, and my friends. My older sister was the only things keeping me sane, and she left to go back to college today. She has been gone nine hours, and I'm already suicidal again. That's how bad he is. I'm going to live with my best friend until my mother decides to do something about this. It's out of control.
I don't know what to do.
I need help. I hate him.
I can't live like this anymore.
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