That's an affliction a lot of people get. It's an insecurity I have, have always had, and will never master. I don't just think I'm shit, I know I'm shit, and it's true in my case. Everyone knows that I'm shit. But there's something golden in every turd. Plumbers Don't Wear Ties played better than your standard Warrior Cats game, if only because you can't see how bad the spelling is and the sadly pathetic attempts at humor are better than talking cats trying to take themselves so seriously. Randomly Walk the first was vaguely funny. Randomly Walk II was complete shit, but it manages to maintain a 4-5 rating. Randomly Walk III has lost all its roots, but it still manages to maintain the shove-down-your-throat humor that mirrors the subtle, unintentional joke of the first. So many bad indie games, SO MANY. But people play them. People buy 30 page essays about why bubblegum is bad on their kindles just because it's cheap and they want something to read.
The thing is, if you can't get over that feeling, you should embrace the shit. You should just try your best and just slide it to the audience when you're done. And you'll find out the most amazing thing... There are people, at every corner of the globe, who like your brand of shit, and there are other people, at all corners of the globe, that believe what you think is good is shit. Everyone writes shit, Nightbird, you just need to find an audience that likes eating yours...
You know, I should have thought that analogy out better....