I’m French. And since yesterday, I guess it’s enough to understand how I feel.

I learned about the attacks on Paris as soon as it happened. And I can’t get them out of my head since.

It’s not just a fact, it’s an emotion. A feeling. That everything you ever fought for mean nothing. That peace is just a concept, and will never be reality.

I know, that horrible things happen every day, every moment, everywhere. But I never had to face it, ever. I’m a young adult, and I never felt insecure in my country. I never saw war. And I always thought that I never will.

But is it real? Is it possible, is it really happening right now?

I’m afraid.

And I will never give up.

Just give me a little time to only think about my country, my freedom. Give me a little time to cry, and think.