You are the tequila shot of coffee drinks.
Just when everyone thinks the party is over and its time to stumble blindly home, saturated in drunkenness and go to bed, some inner demon calls and says "no, don't go yet, get tequila shots! Yes, tequila!" With visions of the Pee Wee Herman dance in your head you valiantly order another round of the beloved beverage, open up a tab, makeout with your lifelong crush and finally earn the coveted nickname of "party animal"
That is who you are to me, Espresso. Except replace "drunkenness" with "misery" and "bar" with "office" and "Pee Wee Herman" dance with "killing myself"
N.B. This open letter submitted by TCFS