Okay, nobody reads you. Hardly anybody reads me. And if you dwell on this too much, you can get damn depressed at the pointlessness of it all.
But here's another way to think about obscurity: languishing in obscurity puts you in excellent company. J.S. Bach languished in obscurity for nearly a century after his death, until Felix Mendelssohn helped bring his music to the masses. Van Gogh languished in obscurity and insanity until decades after his death. My favorite science fiction author, Philip K. Dick, spent his life in poverty, unread and ignored.
And you think you should be rich, famous and read by millions right now?
Get over yourself. And get back to writing.