I'm never sure if I believe in god or not. I do, sometimes. Like when I'm in church, sitting second row in the pews and watching the pastor that I've known since I was a baby speak and move his hands around wildly as reverends often do. Or when I wore a cross necklace to my driver's test; and while I was sitting in the waiting room I kissed it and prayed that I would pass. It felt a little fake. Because I hadn't prayed anytime recently beforehand.