Dear Journal,

It's been two years since our defeat against the girls. As of late, we never see each other as much as before. No, I'll take that back; we do, but because of our agreement a month back, my bros and I hardly cause trouble. I said hardly, doesn't mean we don't do it anymore. I mean, what's the harm in a little fun? Apparently, lots, because the girls were strick about it and that means we can't cause trouble around Townsville.

That doesn't mean we can't cause trouble with them though, as our soul purpose was to destory the powerpuffs, but since we hardly see each other because of our agreement, we can't.

It's confusing to you, so I'll try to explain the best way I can.

You see, the girls and my bros decided a peace treaty was in order. The girls won't kill us for exchange that we don't destory the town, or bully the citizens of Townsville like before. Despite Brick's anger and Butch's temper tantum, we agreed. Little did the girls know, we still cause maythem for them to clean up, and bother them because we now go to the same school as they.

More on that subject later.

And throughout the teasing and torture of Blossom, Buttercup, and Bubbles, I can't help but wonder...

Is that all we're good for? To mess with the girls who, quite frankly, didn't do anything to us? To make them miserable because, simply put it, we were a weapon to be us against the goody goodies?

It makes me sad now that I think about it.

Throughout my whole life, I had never knew my, ours, purpose was except for destorying the Powerpuffs. And I really can't help but ask;

Why?

Because a monkey turned bad was a lousy villian? Because even the devil can't kill off good natured girls? Why did we have to be use for evil and nothing more? Why did we have be thrown away as trash simply because the girls were good (pun not intended) at what they do? Ever since they were born, they've been fighting crime. What did you expect when, years down the road later, you come up with an idea to stop the girls once and for all?

I'm not knocking my brothers and I down; we had a couple of wins when fighting the girls, but they've always manage to come back and kick our sorry butts back to the toliet we'd came (don't ask, Mojo was in jail at that time) from. So, yeah, we were strong enough to keep up with the girls.

However, all this time I've never thought about it before.

Was being bad all we're good for? I mean, nobody else taught us anything different and after our second defeat of the girls, we were abandon. My bros and I lived by ourselves for a long time before finally, as much as I hate to admit it, we came crawling back to Jojo, begging for shelter.

Just because we live with him, doesn't mean we're part of his schemes.

Mojo may have taken us in, but like all of the rest, had ignored us. He left us the duties of cleaning his little lab, house, whatever you want to call it, up while plotting his revenge (for the fifteenth thousand time, or more) against the girls. He'd never once call us in for a piece of the action; just shoved us aside as if we're nothing of importance.

I can't tell you how much that hurts.

It's hard growing up without a parent; without someone to guide you. Whenever I see Mojo, I was desperately wishing we would take care of us back, because he did create us, after all, and even at that time, when my brothers and I were young and stupid, I had looked up to him. Between him and Him, I perfer Mojo over Him any day of the week.

But Mojo don't want us.

I guess this is okay with my bros, because you know, they're tougher than me, so they don't really care as much. Brick shoves it off and taunts the monkey because he can, and Butch just plain out ignores him. As for me, I try to help out the best way I can without being called a baby for it.

But I can't help it; I feel as though I owe it to him.

My brothers hated this though, and calls me weak for submitting to the monkey. They usually glare at me with disain in their eyes while I help clean up. It's not that I'm weak, because my bros knows me better than that, but again, I can't help it. I told you I've drowngraded from the Boomer you once knew, that I wasn't the same and didn't get a kick out of messing with the girls like Brick and Butch do. I've told you that I can't be that way anymore because of my feelings and my heart; that even though I can despise and hate all I want, it won't change the fact that I care. That I will never be able to do bad whenever I feel guilt, and horror and betrayal all because I'm friends with a puff.

Yes, I said it! I made friends with my counterpart!

I'm so angry right now, so hurt, as memories flash into my mind and how I got up til this point with my bros. As of right now, I'm at a standstill with my brothers, if I can even call them that now.

But there's so much more I want to say to you, Journal, so much more to write about and how my situation came to this. How I came into a crying, whimpering, baby that I am, all because of my friendship with Bubbles, all because I can't hit anything without feeling remorse, all because I'm the weaker link of the team. About how everything that I once knew was a lie and how the boiling point of no return came to me, and how I was abandon by my brothers.

How everything just fell apart.

-Boomer