Is it wrong to have kids to “complete you”? I feel like my life will really matter until I have kids

I’m 24, going on 25 in a few months. I’m sitting here crying as I type this but I get the feeling that my life will never really matter until I have kids/become a mother. Nobody really likes me. Even the relationships/men I date don’t really like/love me, they’re just using me for sex and think I’m pretty. Even if they stay around, I’ve never had a man love me for anything more than surface level. My last boyfriend said his favorite feature of mine was my “big boobs”. For context, I have no friends, half and most of my family doesn’t like me/doesn’t acknowledge me, my siblings don’t like me and my little brother barely tolerates me but he hates me too. Like if I just up and died right now nobody aside from my mother would actually be upset, my brother would probably feel relieved. My sister hates my guts and won’t even let me apologize or talk to me b/c she feels like I’m a “horrible” person even though I’ve given money to her and helped her out even when I didn’t have to. Every single friend I’ve had has stabbed me in the back, betrayed me. I even had a girl who I considered a “close friend” straight up black my eye on my birthday a few years back. I know nobody likes me, I’ve always had that feeling since I was a kid. I’ve never had any true genuine friend in this world, the most genuine “friend” I’ve ever had is my mother and that’s really sad. People talk about me, people have said horrible things about my looks, I’ve been called “Michael Myers” by other black girls because I have thin lips and a pointy nose (I’m biracial for context). I’m also not good at anything, I’m not good at sports, I’m not some super educated Harvard graduate or particularly smart. That’s why I feel like my life won’t matter until I have children, I feel like they’ll be the only ones that truly appreciate me/love me and appreciate my existence. They’ll be the only ones that appreciate what I do for them, they’ll be the only ones that won’t judge me or talk about how funny looking they think I am (hopefully), they’ll be the only ones that care truly. They’ll be the only ones in the world that don’t have bad intentions for me besides my mom. That’s not based in lust, or based in physical attraction or infatuation. I know some people will say that’s unhealthy, but nobodies lived my life to see how genuinely bad people are to me. I’m a sweet, loving kind person and I’d give the shirt off my back for the people I love and have done it before yet life has decided to show me that I’m not worthy of anything but being treated horrible by people that I’ve been good to. Nobody understands how I’ve always felt like since I was a little girl that I don’t really “belong”. I feel like once I have my kids, whether I’ll be a single mother or not — I’ll be complete, I’ll belong, I’ll have something that normalizes me to other people hopefully. I had a miscarriage in spring of 2024, and it was with my ex and while we’re not even together — I was so sad when the miscarriage happened because I wanted that baby. I would’ve loved it so much.