Conical and has the flow. College parties make a spectacle of me.

I'm ground down daily, yet lift spirits high. A bitter obsession you can't justify. Born from a cherry, roasted till black. Your third cup by noon? Get your life back. I'm extracted under pressure, like your excuses for needing me. What am I?

Physicians scatter at my dawn approach, though I've never held a degree. While my bite doomed paradise and a princess. Discord's golden trophy shares my name. What am I?

I'm the cruel corner that devours your pinky toe at Three AM. I'm the jutting traitor you curse while limping through darkness. Mountains wear me proudly; your furniture hides me maliciously. I'm where surfaces end without warning. What am I?

I process commands without complaint or rest, Though you ragequit and blame me when you fail every test. I remember passwords you forgot, again. You call me frozen when patience runs thin, But the problem's the user within