I just want to die and give up. This story I've been working on is finally gaining some traction and while I like it I don't feel anyone else will. I just want to stop writing but I can't. I've regurgitated like 5000 words today and while I love everything I've written so far I feel it's not adult enough. I'm not imaginative enough. I'm just stupid. I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be a writer. This self-doubt is too hard. How do people f-ing manage this? I want to keep writing my book, even now, but I just keep wondering what's the point if no one else is gonna like it? I just want to curl up in a ball and die because I'm the only one who's going to like this stupid thing. I've put too much stupid work into it to give up and that's what sucks because I'm probably going to have to finish it just because of how much I've invested in and then I'm gonna find out it's a piece of crap by everyone and publishers and that no one will like it. I'm so lost right now.