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.