I feel as though y'all missed something important

This is the way I wrote the events that took place in my own journal...

"I just waited out my first Colorado storm. I saw dark clouds on the western horizon as far as I could see. Felt my first rain drop, then pulled all my gear into the roadside restroom... less than 5 min and 100 drops later, the sun was shining. So much for a storm! :)
And then the real storm hit. High speed winds, dust storms, it hurts to walk outside. I'm currently (in my journal) shacked up inside the roadside restroom. No running water (water is vital to survival, I only had what I carried up), no electricity. Just a hole in the ground with a toilet seat. It sounds angry. About to cook dinner and try to get some sleep. Maybe tomorrow will be better. "

For the first time in my life, I actually knew what fear was. There was nobody else around. No cars going by, a days walk back to town. The sand was coming inside through the edge under the door. Suddenly, I realized, I was alone... I got scared. Terrified, to be completely honest. I've never known fear so I was scared of the fact that I, Mark David, was actually crying, alone, in the dark... alone...
After the events of that night followed by the elevation sickness, and weighing my pack finally (70 lbs), I'm rethinking my decision to attempt this journey. I still have yet to truly decide.