On Not Being Paid My Bonus In Istanbul For More Than Six Months After My Contract Ended

I almost always mind my own business. A lot of the time, people give me no reason to be a part of their lives. I only care to save myself for people whom I feel deserve my goodness. Everyone else, I just feel like keeping a respectful but not really warm distance.
There are two time-wasters:

Doing mental and physical harm to people and caring and encouraging people who don’t give you a damn no matter how long you show you are genuine.
I’m tired. Just tired.

I have done all I can. I have been as strong as I can but the people around me have achieved turning me into an angry monster.
I insist that people do the right thing. I believe in doing what’s right. Why is it so hard for so many people to do the right thing?
When people persistently and consistently do the wrong thing, it angers me.
However, I have no tears to shed. My tears have dried up in the past three years while in Istanbul. (Years before this perhaps). No, I’m just angry.

I have been polite.
I have been patient.
I have been as understanding as I can.
And I am still being mistreated.
I don’t know one whole day of peace in Istanbul.
Anyone who has worked for a certain corrupt and bureaucratic institution for a few years supports the institution because workers of such an institution are recruiting customers to financially keep it standing, continuing its lies and abuse of workers.
People ought to be paid for the work they do. That’s the moral thing to do. Every day, I find myself surrounded by lack of ethics. How can a country possibly stand tall and proud when many of its institutions thrive on corruption, evil, lack of morality? Seriously. What kind of people are these to run institutions the way they do?