imagination runs riot

I've had a revelation: I am surrounded by people in love. All but one of my friends has a boyfriend. They are all so happy, and I'm happy for them. They all think that love is happiness, and those who aren't in love, aren't happy. It's not. Or at least, it's not for me. I'm fine being single, I really couldn't care less. I don't think I even want a relationship right now. They're too messy. Plus, how can I try and make someone else happy when I can't even make myself happy?