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Está película es el proyecto que mi universidad (Arte 7) eligió como la película de nuestra generación.

Estamos en camino a filmaciones y este trailer es una muestra de nuestra propuesta.

Nada Queda Oculto está hecho desde el más grande y sincero amor al cine de horror, un tipo de cine que me ha marcado a lo largo de mi vida y que está misma me ha dado la oportunidad de contar una historia en el género

Igualmente hemos abierto un GOFUNDME para este proyecto! Para más información, pueden entrar a las ligas del mismo y del Instagram oficial de la película :D

Of course I've thought about him in the four years since he broke up with me. And of course I've had other moments where I've felt really bad.

But this time it hit me so hard that I saw a pathetic side of myself I hadn't seen since I was 17.

And all because I dreamt, without anything in my life having happened to remind me of him, that the meeting I'd fantasized about so much would finally take place.

I met him when we were 12. I was in love with him probably from that same age, but I never said anything out of fear, not knowing that he felt similarly for me.

Sometime around 16 or 17, our friendship became very close, and it was even obvious that we liked each other romantically. There came a point when I couldn't stand it anymore, and I confessed, and the rest is history.

Although we were officially a couple for six months, you could say it was really a year-long relationship, considering we basically acted/felt like a couple and everyone noticed except us.

That kind of cheesy but sincere teen nonsense that I don't think I'll ever experience again.

The thing is, in this dream, we met up, and it was supposed to be just to catch up on each other.

But neither of us could hold it in for long before saying we missed each other. We missed not only each other's presence, but also having someone who understood you, who loved everything about you, and who, without saying a word, made you feel accompanied.

He especially told me he missed having me by his side, he missed feeling loved and cherished by someone. And then he said that phrase that hurts so much to think about because it was something we had truly promised each other: to grow up together and see each other become adults, to see each other achieve our dreams and goals together.

"I regret not growing up with you."

And to make it all the more painful, we hugged and cried. And we couldn't bear it one more time without saying, "Why don't we try again?"

Waking up was so painful. Realizing that everything was a dream hurt in a way that I haven't felt in so much time. It's a type of pain so specific and dense...

It's weird. It overwhelms me how overwhelming this has been for me. How much i hadn't realized that I truly still missed him after all this years. How the void he left on me still there, almost the same size.

That it really hurts me.

It's crazy. I feel so pathetic feeling all of this. I had this idea that I haved moved on but no, not at all.

It even scares me how little I care for me. How I would do anything to get back. How much I need even the tiniest bit of affection from him could literally brighten my days.

How close I was to trying making contact. How pure and intense were the things I wrote for him... How little I cared of the idea of begging him to come back...

It's like if this childish-inmature behavior that I was so sure that I'd left with my 17 years old self returned so easily, even when I was so sure that I have matured and changed

Fuck. I hate feeling this in this point of my life. But man, what I lived and felt with him was so intense and sincere that I feel so scared nowadays with the idea of been that vulnerable and sincere with someone else.

But yeah. This days Im trying to let myself cry and to accept that it still hurts me.

Even then, it's so frustrating been here again, crying and suffering so hard for my ex.