Nocturne op.9 No.2 by Chopin but your neighbor is depressed again

Masterpiece

WLW Pride&Prejudice Vibes:
I traced after the gentle tones, each step taking me closer then further, then closer again. It was Miss Mills - the only woman in the world that refused my company and manners. The one who ignored me every breakfast but corrected her cook on how I like my eggs. I peaked around the corner, the source finally in full view. She perfectly still, her skin nearly as dark as the twilight blue sky that was behind her. Her fingers continued their sad song that floated through the space between us. I remembered not long ago when Mrs Mills told me that her daughter needed a friend like me, a nice girl to draw or play pianoforte with. But as I stood there, I knew this was a girl I wanted to love. I wanted to walk her through the rolling wheat fields that were just beyond the walls of this terribly large house. I wanted to guess medow flowers and get the hems of our skirts drenched by jumping in puddles. All at once I knew why my sisters had married - if seeing someone could make you feel like this I too would leave my home in pursuit of this feeling every morning. I watched her, the forlorn doll that had plucked my heart from it's place and held it in the palm of her hand. I stepped around the corner, letting my presence known. She turned, looking at me with her even expression. "I knew you would find me." She resumed her playing. Rain began to fall outside, as if the Earth was attempting to accompany her. "I knew because I wanted to ask you dance and didn't. Please do not inquire why as I have not the faintest idea myself."

"Why you wanted to dance or why you didn't ask me?"

"If I answer you will inquire about the other?"

"Most certainly." I felt the corners of my lips raise into a smile. I stepped further into the room that seemed to be an unused chaple, slipping into the back pew.

"Have you come to pray?"

"No, I have not."

"Then what brings you besides my embarassment?"

"Well you do, Miss Mills." I swallowed. "You're curious, a kind way of saying confusing."

"I hardly think so." She kept playing, I let her notes sit between us a moment. She let out a breath. "I do not like balls, I do not have the pleasure of being able to frolic with whomever I choose in the center of a room."

"No we don't, do we?" Her music grew louder, her pain injecting into the ivory keys. Her music cried for us, at the feeling that holllwed our chests.

"Even now, Miss Greene" she said, slowing to notes that were nearly sweet "I have every desire to entertain you most of this night."

"And pray tell why you have not."

Her music stopped. She turned, the bench creaking beneath her as she did. "I fear I would never want to part from you again."

"As I said Miss Mills, you are curious." I smiled. "And what if I requested you not leave me alone again on this night?"

She was quiet a long moment, her black eyes looking into mine. "I am not like you Vivian."

"I know."

"I am not bold nor imposing-"

"I know."

"I am hardly ever funny and rarely conduct an enjoyed public event. I am not good at making aquaintences and spend my evenings reading books I've already finished."

"I know." I stood, closing the space between us. I longed to place my hand on her shoulder, or to fit my body onto the stool with her, but our bodies remained apart. "Do not leave me alone at this ball. Do not even fetch me wine if it is another room."

"Vivian."

"Do you accept my charge?" She looked at me, every possibility running through her mind. And perhaps it was my own heart enforcing it, but I swore hope flashed across her eyes.

years ago, I would listen to this and drink until I couldn’t think. Seems like I’m right back to where I started

Visiting the Van gogh exhibition alone and i'm gon play this while i sit and wander

1.5x Speed sounds beautiful actually ...

My fovorite musics,and u share that always my fovorite musics

POV: You’re Tsubaki and Kousei is playing next door...

Depressed? xD

Feels better

🤒

my poor depressed neighbour, i wish i could comfort him







such a pity I am the last living person on earth

I don't fear dying alone becuse I don't want to be lonely even for my death, I fear dying alone becuse I am never alone and I want someone to witness my death and know I didn't die for medical problems, I died becuse the shields I have put up keeping the demons out has faded and they have killed me. I want someone to look into my unfazed eyes, and see me go home. I wish for my entire community to know what killed me was not suicide, it was me not being taken care of and me giving up. I will die and someone will witness my death, and they will share my pain. They will see my smile on my face as I leave this earth.

I relate to this cuz I'm the depressed neighbor

I thought I was the only one who played the piano like this when depressed lol...quietly and at quarter tempo late at night, repeating over and over again. It's kind of comforting to know it's a universal experience :)

I left a comment here 8 months ago about my transition, and my life.

Everything is well. I've been struggling with my mental health and self harm, but I'm doing ok. I have a lot more friends now thanks to shared interests. I have a job, even if it doesn't pay well or give enough hours I'm happy to be working. I told my best friend I'm in love with him after all these years. I'm feeling happy for once. I'm content with my life at long last. 18 years of struggling was worth everything. I'm proud of my progress.
My transition has yet to officially begin, medically wise. People know my preferred name and pronouns, but I'm not on HRT. I bought a binder that makes me feel so happy.
I've ditched old friends who made me feel bad, and rekindled with other old friends who I've missed.
All is finally well.
Thank you.

I imagine this is what death feels like. Not the type of nothingness, but the type of death where you’re a ghost. You can see the world changing but you stay the same, the version you were when you died. The people who were once in your life eventually move on, people stop visiting your grave, and you just… exist. Not as a current, but as a memory. Your body being a seperate, yet unchanging, entity. Eventually, it withers and leaves you hopeless. Even if you are reincarnated or brought back, you will have to return not to your own body, but somebody else’s. Then that form will corrode, and you will once again be left in nothingness. A cruel cycle of rebirth that starts the same as it ends. I think that’s why true death entices me so much, that’s why I despise the idea of reincarnation or being brought back to life, that’s why ghosts scare me so much. Because the thought of being anything other then dead, definitively dead with no soul remaining, is horrifying. Saddening. Depressing.

I feel this is a lovely, relaxing song to listen to; especially when you’re reading a book. Reading is like running away from reality- when you need a break, an escape. This song is perfect for just that 🫶

“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.” - Socrates.
Have a good day people. I wish all of you who see this comment a good day. Hey, and when things don't go well, just remember. Everything is okay. ;)

I wrote a comment about my suicide attempt here a few years ago, I deleted it though. 11k likes was a bit much for a story that personal plus I felt I worded it badly.
But I just wanna say to anyone coming back here, I love you and appreciate you. Simple comments of encouragement are the reason I decide to go on, because without those small things I'd have no hope.
Thank you. Thank you all, the creator of this video and everyone. Hang in there. We'll survive, in spite of it all.

thank you for not putting any ads in this masterpiece

It’s been 2 years now and I still think about that neighbor …

I can imagine a depressed pianist who sadly plays this piece while holding a glass of wine.

i am the depressed neighbor :(

its crazy how much humanity has grown in the past 200 years

Wonderful!

update: I'm crying

thanks, I'm hyperfixating over Chopin and feeling real bad lately so hopefully this will lull me,,

Dang I sure love listening to music to try and feel self loathing and depressed, ah what it is to be 14 and stupid...

Pff alright I'm leaving you edge lords be

vent: i just wish i could feel real emotions. every day i have to live with that tiring feeling of living & i hate it. i am so physically, mentally & emotionally tired of everything & i’m going to just give up. i’m sorry but i can’t keep going anymore.

ANGST WARNING ⚠️


Although she may not know it, his words have taken a toll on her more than she had anticipated. “I hate you..” she kept on repeating, he was no longer here, he left her.

Feeling a sharp sting in her palm she let go of the umbrella, allowing the harsh rain to set in. She stared at her hands, blood dripping down alongside the rain, yet the pain she felt was not comparable to the dejection in her heart, her tears refused to fall, the lump stuck on her throat, making her angry at everything. Angry at her pathetic state.

And as if in cue, the sudden shock of the lightning had struck alarmingly near her, allowing her body to finally crumble, the gravelled road gashing her knees, the wind aggressively blowed the trees, sending a cluster of leaves past her, many of which got stuck to her short disheveled hair. She had let it all out, as loud as she could, but the lightning striking non-stop had muffled her screams. It seemed to go on forever, no matter how much she cried the lump on her throat was persistent and she felt a throbbing pain overcoming her lungs, breathing was hard and she was choking on the air, she coughed up blood that immediately mixed in with the rain. But just as everything, her chain of coughs ended just as quickly as it came, and as she stared at the floor she became petrified.
“…a daisy..?”
Had she just coughed up a daisy? Or was it the wind playing games with her?

Could u please make a 1 hour version to this. I used to read to this all the time and it has begun to make me ao sleepy. You gor it perfectly and I'd sleep like a baby each time with this 🙇‍♀️

It’s me. I’m the neighbor.

never delete this pls

Well, it reminds me of Aşkı Memnu, Turkish tv show. Nihal,the young rich girl used to play this while she watch her lover marrying someone else. She also played moonlight Sonata a lot.

Plottwist: your neighbor was practising that piece

I came here before to vent about my life but time has passed and everything has improved for me. I'm starting to official transition. I picked out a new name I like, new pronouns, and I plan on buying a binder on my birthday. I'm gonna take driver's ED soon. Gonna get a job soon. I live in an apartment instead of a motor home now. I have friends, connections, an amazing mom and dad. Everything I needed then and now.

I hope all of you are doing well. Take care ❤

Slim, almost skeletal fingers pressed down on the keys, eyes, that had not seen sleep in days. The figure, while not malnourished, was not properly taken care of. The figure had conveyed a sense of both drowning sorrow and total emptiness at the same time. The darkened eyes looked as though tears threatened to spill forth, but were evaporated in endless dread. And so they played, into the night. Quiet enough that though I, their neighbour, could hear it, yet they were encompassed in their own world of intimate drowning. A tender touch, a romantic longing, and yet nothing, all at once. The last chord rung, and a moment was spent in contemplative silence. A single tear spilled, and they turned slowly towards the window. With hollow eyes that told me everything, and a haunting smile that certainly came from a void of emotion, my very soul had been shaken.

It is a cold and rainy night, he was about to sleep when he felt vibrations on the wall just beside his bed. He climbed on his bed and touched the walls with his palms, clenched his palms and smiled. He slowly connected his ears on the wall, feeling the light movement of the music. He smiled sweetly and continued to feel the music until it ended. As it ended, he smiled, a teardrop rolled through his cheeks. He may not have given the gift of hearing, he is still satisfied by just feeling the vibration of the music piece his lover always play for him every night. Just them and the music 🌈

I always come back to this, my favourite makes me feel so calm and safe especially when im up doing essays :3 shame there isn't an hour loop for this, love anyway <3

Dude! I just listened to "in my room" by the beach Boys and my first thought was "that would sound creepy as hell in a cathedral"

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Its bordering creepy like haunted housey

i think i am the depressed neighbor

It may be a dumb question but what is this genre of music called? It calms me so much

"again" lmao, can't help but feel attacked everytime i practice this piece

This reminds me of when I'll fall asleep to my mom playing this on the piano in the other room

i’m the depressed neighbor

here I am again.
all is silent and yet I have never craved such noise before.

i’m drained with the homework and the procrastination