Giving Up on Writing

I think I should give up. I worked so hard to get all the praise I could for every story. I’ve worked since I was a small child to be recognized. I’ve gotten good grades. At first I wanted to be an English teacher but realized that my stories were good. Or so I thought. Self-doubt can overwhelm anyone, but when you know you’re not worth it it’s not just self-doubt. Everyone doubts you. I don’t want to waste time and space working on stories and poems when there’s always going to be someone better out there. Why try when you’re going to be beaten down? I worked harder and longer than most anyone has and I’ve been beaten down by those who haven’t worked at all. I didn’t stop. I figured, I liked writing. don’t get me wrong I do, but what’s the point when no one else does. A friend once told me something about wearing a mask, she just recently got rid of it and let the world see her for who she was. But… I feel like her mask had been taken off and put right on me. Only I cant take I off and she could all along. Does that make sense? Well I grew to realize I wanted to be a writer. But maybe I’m just supposed to be the lousy editor…