Kylie Jenner is my hero, and I'm not afraid to admit it.

The girl is only 19 years old and runs a multi-million dollar company. When I was 19 years old, I was stealing bagels from my college dining hall and sleeping on a mattress with no sheets.

Even the fact Kylie knows how to contour deserves a medal in my book. I can barely put on mascara without going blind in one eye.

How the hell is this girl's face perfect 24/7? Doesn't she like, IDK, eat, sleep, sweat and cry?

I'm not ashamed to follow a girl four years younger than me for makeup tips and advice. She's my only hope at this point.

KYLIE JENNER, SAVE ME. FIX MY FACE. MAKE BOYS LIKE ME. I WANT YOUR LIPS. GIVE ME YOUR BUTT.

When the reality star came out with her Lip Kit colors and Kyshadow palette, I knew I had to try them.

My co-worker Kelli Boyle struggles with life just as much as I do, so I made her join me on this journey.

Together, we would go from Jar Jar Binks and Jabba the Hutt to Kendall and Kylie Jenner, and it would be a magical transformation.

We pooled our money together (I borrowed $20 from my parents) and ordered basically everything on Kylie Cosmetics.

WTF is Skylie? I dunno, but we bought it. If you want to know how things went, I suggest you check out the video above.

In the end, we both learned a very valuable lesson: No amount of makeup will ever make us look like Kylie Jenner.

Fuck.