Come with me on a journey through time, won’t you? It’s 2004 and you’re a sullen youth with an affinity for jelly bracelets, gratuitous eyeliner, and drawing broken, stitched-up hearts all over your Converse high-tops. You deeply identify as emo, but only feel safe talking about this in cryptic lyric collages on your LiveJournal. With songs like “I’m a Fake” and “Let It Bleed,” the Used have the dramatics you’ve been searching for. They’re the only ones who understand. Am I hitting a nerve or just outing myself? The Used celebrate an unfathomable 15-year career, playing their first two LPs beginning to end on back-to-back nights at the Crystal. What better place to let all the slightly embarrassing memories from yesteryear wash over you? At least you’ll be surrounded by people who feel your pain. JENNA FLETCHER