I want to quit...aka "day 2"

I never thought my mental breakdown would come as fast as day 2....but it's all these little things tearing me down....I had very little battery on my phone to begin my road from Arcos de la Frontera to Gibraltar my self-made battery pack broke or run out of energy..idk,all the way was through mountains, and my GPS decided to guide me through ground roads...where my 'competing' bike can't go....so I walked for like 3 hours through dirt thinking....I WILL FIND SOME ASPHALT SOMETIME RIGHT? IT CANT BE ALL RURAL STUFF? weeeeell that's where I was wrong.I walked and I walked and the fields of sunflowers and cows never ended, but at some point around 11 am I met two men,Don Domingo and his friends who kindly showed me &accompanied me to the nearest asphalt road, on the way they told me their life stories,as all old people do, but I enjoyed it, since it made the way seem shorter, so I finally go in road cycled around 30-40km and again, dirt road,I did about of 60-70km of random roads through mountains since my gps went crazy, then I got depressed, because I had no water,I was already sunburnt,tired because of the all fcking mountains and there was no gas station or soul near me....So I went back up to the nearest  "vía de servicio"(service road) road that is always next  to important highways in Spain , and decided to follow it till I can and if it ends...then well, I'll go on the highway(it's forbidden but so what)and surprisingly I got near Gibraltar very fast, and just as I was entering La Linea de La concepción, my tire screwed up....so I was already made and in tears with no water,had to stop in full sun to fix the god damn wheel....I fixed it and googled the location of caravan parking I planned to sleep in.....half way god went mad again, and I called my parents and asked them to cheer me up.I stopped crying and slowly went downtown,where I found out camping is only cool with a car...me&my bike can go f*** ourselves.Round and Round I go searching for a place to sleep where no one would find me...but nothing...at all.So I somehow got to a marina parking,right next to the little ships parked,security guys offered me a shelter between two parked caravans(very nice old British people) and said they will watch the parking at night and even gave me their numbers in case I needed anything...seriously best people ever.I slept quite okay, made a tent around my bike,and a lot of fire ants bit me at night :/