I hate my little brothers and I wish they were never born. I have two little brothers, one is seven and the other is four... I think. I hate them with every fiber of my being. They're the worst. Seven doesn't listen, talk to him gently, explain things to him, scold him, or just hit him and he won't listen. He's a complete cry baby, cries when he doesn't get his way. Takes things that aren't his and cries about it. Completely and utterly ungrateful. My parents don't care as long as he isn't crying. Cause when I scold him, I get in trouble. I get treated like the fucking villain of the house because I try to discipline him. I HATE HIM. I wish he was never born. Same with four, he's not as bad but I still hate him. He cries which is normal for a kid his age. But he hits when he gets angry, he bites. Putting him in timeout? Nope! Just shove a tablet in his face and call it a day. You can blame my parents, but nothing can undo the damage already done to those entitled kids.