Hi. My name is mio. I am bad at introductions, so this is less of an introduction and more of me standing in the doorway saying yeah, this is it. I made this because I wanted somewhere to talk that wasn’t one of my close friends dms or my mind, or me being flattened into a single personality. Somewhere i could be really weird and highkey not have to worry about it.

This site isn’t really gonna be anything close to a portfolio, but i have future projects in mind that i want to share on here for both archiving and just to have on here.. I made this a different site a while back, which was a remake of another previous site from 2022. I got logged out my account somehow, and i have now forgotten the password, so i decided to just make a new one. The site only had one tag which was “mio” and when i search it, nothing comes up.. So i am assuming its still banned or whatever happened. (follow up, it was deleted entirely lol. I think this site was supposed to be a backup to the new one i made after the tragedy happened.)

I’m interested in coding, mostly in the way someone is interested in pulling things apart to see how they work. I am not super experienced, and my interest for coding honestly only came back late 2025. I wanted to make this site more aesthetic and complex, but i decided that was too much of a bother for something i was just using to let out my thoughts. I make art, though what that means changes constantly. Sometimes its things like this, sometimes digital stuff, sometimes something I abandon halfway through because it stopped feeling right which is pretty much everything. I like the in-between stages more than the finished ones, which is why most of my projects are left unfinished. I also have an interest in photography.. always have. It is kind of ironic in a way because i absolutely suck at taking selfies, and i am also not a big “photos are the best memories” person. I only got a nice camera this christmas which was amazing. I usually take photos of places i go, not saying that as if it is special, but that is what i do. Music is something I want to get into, slowly. Very slowly. I don’t know enough to sound smart about it, but I know how it feels when something clicks. I think i would be good at it because of that. I am also a good singer, but if i didn’t want to sing, i could just sample things.

Everything that has happened to me is dramatic, nothing that fits neatly into a before and after. My life feels more like a series of big moments stacking on top of each other until suddenly I realize I’ve changed, even if I can’t point to exactly when it happened. I’ve always been the kind of person who notices things a little too much. Not in a poetic way… i don’t consider myself a poet of any sort. Just in a quiet, lingering way. I remember textures, details, the feeling of rooms, the tone of conversations more than the actual words. That explains why I’m drawn to making things instead of explaining myself directly. It was a slight pain to even write any of this.

Growing up, I was always going through one thing or another, i never had a break. I never had anybody to speak to either, and it has lead to me being extremely self aware, quiet about my problems, and uncomfortable with things i have told people i am comfortable with. I never allowed myself a place to speak truthfully other than my overworked hippocampus and cerebral cortex. I am diagnosed with BPD and autism. I think i also have schizophrenia, which would come from my dad. I’ve moved through phases the way some people move through seasons. My interests coming in strong and beefy. They stay for a while, years if theyre lucky, then quietly dissolve into something else. None of my multidimensional interests like art have ever left me, as they technically can’t unless i truly lost joy in everything ever. I think i am a good artist, drawing wise. I want to get back into commissions and posting my art, but haven’t felt the motivation for it yet.. and various things keep getting in my way. None of my interests have really “disappeared”. They just started layering i guess. I still like a lot of the things i did back when i was 2, but i never talk about them anymore because i don’t have the same level of enthusiasm as i did then.

I think my earliest memory was when i was only 1 year old, it was my mom kicking me into a tree while fighting my father. I used to have nightmares of it, and thought it was just me being scared, but then i met the people who lived in the homeless shelter where that fight happened.. and they all confirmed it actually happened. My mother confirmed it as well later on. My father died once i finally found out though, which was around when i had just turned 6. I started to speak full sentences at around 6 months, my first proof of that being a couple recordings. Obviously, it still sounded like baby babble in a way as a 6 month old physically is not capable of making it sound like anything else, but i had been using detailed language IN context, even when asked simple things like “what food do you want”. My first book was a massive dictionary, that was gifted to my mom when she had her baby shower. She told me she planned on throwing it away, but kept it anyway. It ended up being the only book i would read.

I always orbit to ideas that feel like they’re hovering just outside the universally accepted frame. Not in the way that i have the answers, but in the way im mad nobody else does. Aliens, ghosts, things that slip between dimensions, governments that definitely know more than they say, time behaving weird when you look at it too closely. I don’t get how people can comfortably believe in gods, entire invisible systems with rules, personalities, and histories yet draw the line at something like bigfoot, which is literally just what if there’s a large undiscovered animal in the forest. It doesn’t make sense to me. Do you ever think about the 13th month? you probably don’t.